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Sometimes I ask my head, What exactly is my role, It replies rather bluntly, How do I know, Go ask your soul. So I say to my soul, Why am I here, What is my goal, Silence, Nothing but deep dark silence, One that could pierce the heart, Create a hole. You're asking the wrong question, Said my faithful heart(with a hole), Search for the right question, Instead of the wrong answer, Maybe then you'll know where to go, Your path, Maybe I should set out on a journey, But i stay where I am, comfortable and bored, What's the use, Each day brings a new question, A new dilemna, Just begging to be explored, You listen to me, and you listen to me good, A little voice inside of me says, Keep looking for answers, If time is all you have to waste, Be strong, Move on, Don't get lost in this maze, So I move forward, No time to look back, With this voice guiding me always, For once i have a clear conscience, Long forgotten is that part of my life, that phase, Its a carefree world now, No more questions, Except for one, "Who are you, little voice, What's your name?", "I am not one,but three, For one cannot rule your world, I am Your Head, Your Heart and Your Soul, And the only reason we spoke out as one, Was for you to understand, Life is a vicious circle, a sadistic game, You already knew the question, You already had the answer, For more things change, More they remain the same."
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
Philosophies and Cliches
Sometimes I ask my head, What exactly is my role, It replies rather bluntly, How do I know, Go ask your soul. So I say to my soul, Why am I here, What is my goal, Silence, Nothing but deep dark silence, One that could pierce the heart, Create a hole. You're asking the wrong question, Said my faithful heart(with a hole), Search for the right question, Instead of the wrong answer, Maybe then you'll know where to go, Your path, Maybe I should set out on a journey, But i stay where I am, comfortable and bored, What's the use, Each day brings a new question, A new dilemna, Just begging to be explored, You listen to me, and you listen to me good, A little voice inside of me says, Keep looking for answers, If time is all you have to waste, Be strong, Move on, Don't get lost in this maze, So I move forward, No time to look back, With this voice guiding me always, For once i have a clear conscience, Long forgotten is that part of my life, that phase, Its a carefree world now, No more questions, Except for one, "Who are you, little voice, What's your name?", "I am not one,but three, For one cannot rule your world, I am Your Head, Your Heart and Your Soul, And the only reason we spoke out as one, Was for you to understand, Life is a vicious circle, a sadistic game, You already knew the question, You already had the answer, For more things change, More they remain the same."
s-anand
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Indian
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
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