Marc Hurkmans

Rookie - 0 Points (27-02-1967 / Nederweert)

Tit - Poem by Marc Hurkmans

It feeds on itself,
it never gets enough

It has a mind of
its own, it seems

Your head is its prison,
inside it has free play

Dreaming your dream
of freedom for you

The mind’s eye, the
rat’s stare into finity

It has a mind of its own, it seems

Don’t worry, it’s all yours

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 12, 2009



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