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Talk. Talk. Talk.
Talk!
Endless stream of thoughts.
Endless stream of words.
Where does it lead? Nowhere.
Who are you out there?
Trembling in your own private fear.
Answering the same questions over and over again.
Doing Nothing.
All is happening now.
All is happening fast.
Nothing lasts forever.
Nothing lasts.
Bother the world with screams and shouts.
Think, talk about it, and tell me how you've
figured it all out.
Time is all you got. Your logic and your talking
don't amount to a lot.
Nobody's so different. We are really all the same
and we'd all really like to win this game.
And we are all insane.
So, if you think your going crazy while your being lazy.
Well we all feel screwed and we all have that mood.
If your thinking your so special. All that there is.
And if your thinking that your smarter, you had better think harder,
because your last final fall always ends with the call, when you will realize, like
most of us...
that you just don't really know anything at all.
p.s. 2 epitaphs: sometimes I like people who don't like people.
I do not know if there is a God, but it seems there is definitely a hell.I think this is it.
Copyright © Daniel Schack | Year Posted 2015
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