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Apr 2018
When - Your time comes to hit the ground?
This must be (My time).
Round!
Wasteful!
I'm sick of it!
Don't know about people like me.
Sheep!
"That would be me!"...

I really have hated what I've
done with my life.
This circus of clown's!
It's us!..

You and me!
All around us!
All within us!
You and me!
Everyone else, the same...

The cellophane Is wrapped around our face.
We are all the same.
Cellophane!
We eat our selves - Alive!
We eat our selves - Dead!

You have enlightened me.
*******!
**** me!
It's all the same.
The hurt in you,
Is the hurt in me...

Two! One!
Six! Nine!
Means nothing to me.
It's who you are!
This world!
The fire!
The wind!
The sea!
You say!
How unlucky!
Lucky you!
Say me...

What is at roads end?
Your soul seeks to know!
I'd say to you,
" Know this!"

The hunger in you,
Is the hunger in me.
Even thow unseen.
It's the hunger of we.
The sheep!

Do you Jake! See all?
Do you see all for us?
Are you the eye,
For all unseen, to see?

Truth...
Lie...
Love...
Hate...
Is it all the same?

The meaning of it all.
Is it felt little by most,
or to much by few?...

Is there a ticket to the next page?
Do you know what door to take,
at road's end?
For I!
As just being that.
Me!...

On the coming days to see.
Seek!
You'll see!
This world of you.
This world of me.
This world for all.
The one's called Sheep!
Hope Isleman
Written by
Hope Isleman  54/F/Lake Elsinore Cal.
(54/F/Lake Elsinore Cal.)   
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