What Might of Been
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Sent me
On a strange path
Of great thought
And reflection
And times past
With great mental strain
Synapsis drained
I feel
Low
And tired
If a little
Depressed
That
I have come
To a point
A conclusion
If you will
Be enlightened
That Life
Is Life
That Man
Is Man
Never to wake
To see the Dawn
In May
Always
Cursed too
Sleeping
Sleeping
And so adverse to
Dreaming
Dreaming
But not of
A universal consciousness
With so many Cultures
With Vultures abound
That common ground
Is but a swamp
Clad in dead trees
Mist and murk
Lies and fake news
Surrounded
By wall streets
Profit
At Humanities loss
Child and forced labour
A cesspit of sex crimes
Man’s current state
Of enlightened times
So can you imagine
Or dream if you dare
Where man
Puts others
First
Before himself
And lifts those below
Up past his equal
I can’t
Man, never will
He seems
Condemned
Content
To Dreaming
Dreaming
Of what
Might have been
A conscious time
Out of his reach
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