Tired World
As we cycle through this life
it seems to drain our sanity.
So we scury around like over worked ants
that try to hold on to vieces or small glimpes of vanity.
If you were to look around at the people
what would you fond in the deepest parts of their minds.
Would you find a worthless lump of flesh
or would you find a deep creature worthy of mankind.
Have we been reduced to drewling drones
that only function off a directed puppet master.
Maybe we could break free from a life
that always ends in disaster.
I think we should listen to wise words said
and imancipate our selfs from mental slavery.
perhaps this will happen some day
when we have choked up that bravery.
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