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Puppet
Life is a play
Each of us a puppet
Guided by the world
We do as told
Some are favoured
Many are discarded
What lies in store for us?
May we go against our predetermined path?
Or will we continue on as usual?
Whether you fight or fit in
In the end, all that will remain is
Dust.
Each of us a puppet
Guided by the world
We do as told
Some are favoured
Many are discarded
What lies in store for us?
May we go against our predetermined path?
Or will we continue on as usual?
Whether you fight or fit in
In the end, all that will remain is
Dust.
Published 24th Feb 2021
Author's Note
What is life but a series of coincidences?
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24th Feb 2021 10:28pm
To quote Cioran...We are all merely accidents...that there is no salvation is true salvation. Great ink!
🙏 Harry
🙏 Harry
7th Mar 2021 6:22am
