What is my life?
A blank page calling for relevance
Shaped by the sadness and happiness of others
Wondering whether life is just a simulation
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I meander through my dreamy mind
Echoes of life and memories intertwined
I disconnect from my world of disdain
And I wander where freedom still reigns
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Food for thought makes me fat.
And not in a good way in that.
I just pile on the lard, it screws with my poetic bard
And helps me write more crap
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God has no answers
I was made in His image
Drawn from the clay of earth
Shaped by the sorrows of others
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