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Royal Subjects

However life is to begin We shall start to find things to do Older to semblance that a dream Did we age to become more a fool? Cautious and careful... those menial trials Meaningless yet necessary... perhaps not? Hidden agendas inevitably kept in vials Secreted to never again spare a thought And we do things as deem A need if not for yourself but the rest of the world Is there that logic for things done to mean? Yet a vortex we remain within... simply to swirl We have to keep things going Whence subjects we became since birth Ways of this world to find me laughing Given a comparison to millions... am I worth? Of life to only begin Need we find things to do? Younger if only to dream How did I become a fool?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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