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I forgot
The question is asked in darkness
As the light was still young
Too small to be carried beyond
Over the threshold and out from the void.
In haste it died and was no more.
I am the ego brain, the roots of the tree of life
Before victory, we wander a maze
designed by a mad god and his animal servant
Your choices are to weep, cope, fly, forget then die
Not many get out alive...
Many misleading shortcuts call you close,
And many pray for you to lose.
Some sell it all for loud applause.
We look for comfort within the walls,
in the dark...
Forgetting
what we were supposed to do
in the first place.
As the light was still young
Too small to be carried beyond
Over the threshold and out from the void.
In haste it died and was no more.
I am the ego brain, the roots of the tree of life
Before victory, we wander a maze
designed by a mad god and his animal servant
Your choices are to weep, cope, fly, forget then die
Not many get out alive...
Many misleading shortcuts call you close,
And many pray for you to lose.
Some sell it all for loud applause.
We look for comfort within the walls,
in the dark...
Forgetting
what we were supposed to do
in the first place.
Published 6th Sep 2019
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6th Sep 2019 9:32pm
So far, in this and Your other (return to the Deep) spill
there are hints of a religion following nature
I look forward to reading Your spiritual and self spills
i liked this one too and thus my following Your ink, now
there are hints of a religion following nature
I look forward to reading Your spiritual and self spills
i liked this one too and thus my following Your ink, now
7th Sep 2019 7:00am
