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The creativity that once Flowed through the mind Like the wind through the trees And the blood through the veins Has taken a back seat As the mind is now full Of things that take priority In regaining sanity and peace A war has erupted And being stuck in the middle Is proving to be No easy chore What qualifies as being more important? Moving forward for one's self Or helping others to do so? All comes down to the state of mind The conscience is the ultimate answer For listening holds the key Whichever path it chooses Is surely the right answer Isn't it?
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Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 6:37 PM UTC
Stuck in the Middle with You
The creativity that once Flowed through the mind Like the wind through the trees And the blood through the veins Has taken a back seat As the mind is now full Of things that take priority In regaining sanity and peace A war has erupted And being stuck in the middle Is proving to be No easy chore What qualifies as being more important? Moving forward for one's self Or helping others to do so? All comes down to the state of mind The conscience is the ultimate answer For listening holds the key Whichever path it chooses Is surely the right answer Isn't it?
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Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 6:37 PM UTC
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