The Beginning
We travel as we stand our ground
A species of abhorrent pride
Convince ourselves there's something more
We make believe we are impossible
Full of errors now full of data
Useless word with silent letters
Wars against ourselves
Hate for being different
Hate for being the same
The ooze still standing still as we all travel still
Creatures of water and space
When will we realise we don't exist
and finally start to be.
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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