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In a world of extremeties, I seem to be stuck in the middle. I do not comprehend, The yin or the yang, When the heart, is left oblivious. Moderation, has been an adventure, Success, a distant season, Excellence, an unattainable past, Worthiness, lost in a crowd. A mundane existence seems just that, The paltry accounts even more so, The spirit seems lost, trampled, With the seemingly pointless strive, thrive? Maybe Adam and Eve stole, All the debuting thunder, While Jane and Joe were left wondering, If their existence was only to glorify, The extremities and burden themselves, With the painstaking eternal return.
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 2:32 PM UTC
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In a world of extremeties, I seem to be stuck in the middle. I do not comprehend, The yin or the yang, When the heart, is left oblivious. Moderation, has been an adventure, Success, a distant season, Excellence, an unattainable past, Worthiness, lost in a crowd. A mundane existence seems just that, The paltry accounts even more so, The spirit seems lost, trampled, With the seemingly pointless strive, thrive? Maybe Adam and Eve stole, All the debuting thunder, While Jane and Joe were left wondering, If their existence was only to glorify, The extremities and burden themselves, With the painstaking eternal return.
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aishwarya-iyer
Indian
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 2:32 PM UTC
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