I am not a cog in this machine
As it rolls on mightily
I wield creative deformity
Navigating aimlessly
My passion refined
Primitively divine
My anger rips through my fears
With claws of resentment
My love for life
An immortal hunger
And I’m not getting any younger!
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC
I am not a cog in this machine
As it rolls on mightily
I wield creative deformity
Navigating aimlessly
My passion refined
Primitively divine
My anger rips through my fears
With claws of resentment
My love for life
An immortal hunger
And I’m not getting any younger!
Traveler Tim
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