What good does thought do,
When your mind can't use it?
Time loop,
Repetition, lurking death.
Is my life an endless day?
Or has this day become endlessly my life?
We don't think.
We worry about what we have.
Tine has lost all reality.
But where did it cross the line?
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
What good does thought do,
When your mind can't use it?
Time loop,
Repetition, lurking death.
Is my life an endless day?
Or has this day become endlessly my life?
We don't think.
We worry about what we have.
Tine has lost all reality.
But where did it cross the line?
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