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A Question Of Illogical Thoughts
The mind is a misuse of reflections,
we gaze upon the maddening of our
life and make order from a doddle
"A tree barks, still no one hears it?
We have the wisdom of moments,
but are we still infants in the scheme
of our growth. Are we still crawling,
but the illusion of us standing gently wilts.
"Freedom is a leash, getting tighter everyday,
Sleep is the illusion of time, for we wake
reliving the same day, but envision it as new.
Time is non-existent, were just a tape replaying
different moments till its overplayed then just ceases.
On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)
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