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I Am Not A Good Writer Still I Like To Write My Thoughts

Its all fun and games, every man forhimself,

anxious hands, but yet they can't stand the cards that are dealt.

They call it fair, till one of themhas to lose,

Somebody perceived it to be hard inthat man's shoes.

They would still go on, whether broken or bruised,

Its not how they are as people, it's what they choose.

I refuse.

I would stand and watch the days gopast the eye,

wisdom is free,

For winners like you, and losers likeme,

Ask the sky.

Don't always perceive, rather wonder why.

Babies cry, birds fly but why can'tI?

Why do people die?

People seek the truth, I wonder what's the absolute lie.

Lost in a gaze, I wonder, till I'm no longer high.

So I try.

Feed the desire till it startsrefusing.

We are not in control, just part of theillusion.

I'm a small fragment, particle to awhole,

Part of a big vibration, broken downto a soul.

This mind and body is not mine, it's borrowed I'm told.

Supposedly of the same value, but at a different price, I'm sold.

I'm cold, dark as the night, white asthe snow.

I'm tired of this game; ill just go with the flow, ill let it go.

 
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