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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
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
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