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Mar 2014
Locked within yourself
a ghost within a shell

the words don't exist
but they can always be spelled
And take you a depth of which you have not yet fell.

Flat circles of time
crash the tides of the soul.
Conditioning the "young" to feel so old.

The age of the spirit
in which we can not know.
Can admire the soil
in spite of the gold.
The glass eye in the mirror
Observes what what we hold.
low and behold
Growth of an unknown mold

Metaphysical realms and abstract mail
Where the body fails
And the mind prevails
Knowledgable wealth in which we borrow If i tried to know ALL then ALL id know would be sorrow.

The pursuit of wisdom should not cause greed of it whole.
for we pay today for what we bought tomorrow

Point is you cant know everything.
The pursuit of knowledge is a **** teasing model.
But if you do chase that lady,
Ask her for some marbles

Oh you did?
So you already knew?
Yea she's an interesting women.

whispering-
But has a few loose screws.
Ezo TericK
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