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Black Flag
To live, what an unnatural thing to do.
Most just exist.
They don't know how to be free, thinking they have roots like a tree.
Going nowhere, breathing the same air, each and every day.
They don't groove, just mindlessly move to the same tune that always plays.
They may last longer than we: we rowdy crew of pirates who live dangerous and free.
But we will out live them, I promise thee.
A merry life and a short one, so my motto shall be.
Most just exist.
They don't know how to be free, thinking they have roots like a tree.
Going nowhere, breathing the same air, each and every day.
They don't groove, just mindlessly move to the same tune that always plays.
They may last longer than we: we rowdy crew of pirates who live dangerous and free.
But we will out live them, I promise thee.
A merry life and a short one, so my motto shall be.
Published 26th Nov 2016
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26th Nov 2016 1:01pm
Anonymous
26th Nov 2016 3:48pm
Such a profound write.
Just existing...not living.
Going through the motions. Same daily routine. All of which can be so mundane.
Not so sure some know how to live.
Great insightful ink 💓
Just existing...not living.
Going through the motions. Same daily routine. All of which can be so mundane.
Not so sure some know how to live.
Great insightful ink 💓
