The Time Of My Life Poem by soren Barrett
The Time Of My Life
Rating: ★5.0
The days, weeks, months and years fall upon me like dead leaves.
I'm already gone and just don't know it.
Everything that we think we know is an illusion.
Time itself does not exist nor do we.
We live in fear of a monster that never was.
Tuesday, February 1, 2022
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6/16/2024 2:45:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We are what our minds tell us. Nice poem 5*
Thank you so much for your kind comment. We are indeed what we think and fear what we believe.