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Pennies for Thoughts
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failure to cope When even my dreams are tired
A fantasy of doldrums
And neither time nor energy
To fan one tiny spark of flame
Should it emerge unscathed
From this over-built world.
Philosophers and sages
Carefully ask
"How shall i live?"
Martyrs and soldiers
Go forth embracing
"How shall I die?"
I would stumble into bliss
If granted the freedom to ponder
Either one
Without succumbing to mind numbing inanity
In this concrete world built of insanity.
Wow! There Is Power Here
Where did you go? U R missed. - Lady A -
:)
aww stella,
you're too kind, and as usual, also right, i've been gone too long!