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Caught in this web...

caught in this web and it feels like I can't go home  
Altering patterns of thoughts ebb with the tide  
The mind grows tired in its skepticism  
and all the crumbs are carried by the ants  
 
just cause is questioned in my philosophy  
where does morality and logic lie true?  
and you and I and all are just chaos  
wrapped in fine dressings, only to spoil  
 
wars between hog-men and extremists reign  
Supremacy bringing men to their knees  
no peace, not just yet, we're building  
and destroying, refining and again, creating  
 
hollow minds of old age torn from youth  
forget the dreams, the spirit is left a-stray  
fall to obey paper, metal and digit codes  
Planning for tomorrow, forgetting about today  
 
seek not, seek not, truly let your spirit ride  
For we know not many things, but what of joy  
Spirit as a toy, that should not gather dust  
in play every day, to rid dis-ease, to shine  
 
2009-12-26
Written by mjolnir (Dgim K. Bo)
Published | Edited 2nd May 2016
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