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Jul 2021
Look.
Listen.
Learn.
Much
to absorb.
Tossed
into this
place.
Lots
to learn.
Much to
know.
How to
survive?
No time.
No time
for
contemplation.
Asking
questions.
Pondering
reality.
Beyond scope.
Wrapped
up in
existence,
who thinks
of such
things?
Who thinks
to ask
why?
How?
Moving on.
Much to
do.
No time.
No time
to
ponder.
Question
reality.
What’s the
point?
Nothing
genuinely
resolved.
Why
ask
why,
or ponder?
No time.
No time
for
contemplation.
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
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