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Aug 2013
Born in America,
Yeah living in a dream,
not the one they sell you,
the one they look away from,
the future they took away **-hum,
and now you look forward,
and the darkness that was always chasing you is now waiting,
patiently,
oh it is always so patient, however bright you may be.
You feel dead, as the emotions inside you roar,
"Death, death" they speak
and even these feel fake, in a dream of course,
Nothing is ever real.
Wonderland is but a make believe.
The only question we are told,
is how far down the rabbit hole,
are you willing to go?
Go, go, go, the humor
is self sustaining,
the endless litany of people drifting,
in eternal sufferings,
oh the pattern yes, no escaping.
It is who we are, in our very nature,
and it is nurturing, feeding,
For no purpose but to eat its own tail.
Funny indeed...
To learn I was not made for you.
John Ashton Upston
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