The Meat Machine
The Meat Machine…
There you are all bundles of blood, nerve, bone,
There you are in the matter same substance you are--you call your home,
Its been once said you are nothing but a tiny speck of dust,
In your head you are something! It’s all really just rock and dust,
The thoughts do they linger…do you go on?
Is there eternal life bringer…after final Swan Song?
This magnificent beautiful thing called life sometimes too hard to take it all in
If I see all its beauty all at once I feel my heart may burst… Your staring moment under the great star...that's all you are, that’s all you are…that’s all we are..
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