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Jul 2014
Our minds are rotten,
Our kind’s forgotten,
By the thought that came before,
Now they think us wild,
Mishaps to be reviled,
Perhaps a lost child,
Can finally find what we’ve all been looking for?

Misworded directions,
Disturbing reflections,
That came to show so much more,
Mirror our woes and our fears,
Into which we've poured and peered,
At every flaw and every tear,
Purging rejection,
Herding selection
Emerge perfection,
Have we finally found what we’ve all been looking for?

Becoming machines,
Live numb in our dreams,
Die in the depths at the shore,
Who I am inside,
Ignorance that tried,
Arrogance denied,
Us everything that we’ve all been looking for

Now no going back,
More and yet we lack,
This internal civil war,
Battles in our head,
Our bodies have fled,
Am I mad or dead?
And I finally found what we’ve all been looking for
Bryn Dawes
Written by
Bryn Dawes  Essex
(Essex)   
301
   Pushing Daisies
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