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Daniel Mcardle Poem
Is there really such a thing?
Or just a by-product of sentience.
They exist, as they are percieved but not as they truly are.
Chemical reactions, each not quite the same,
Though the chemical hand which grips the reigns seems similarly powerful.
The very processes that allow you to continue,
Making you want it to end it.
Is there really such a thing?
Or just a by-product of madness.
Copyright © Daniel Mcardle | Year Posted 2012
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Daniel Mcardle Poem
What's gone before consumes the now,
if he happens to allow it
What's yet to come torments his mind,
if he happens to permit it
He concentrates on uncertainties,
incites his own demise
Neglects the most important time,
until he finally dies
The end will come regardless,
of how he spends his time
Ignore the possibilities,
for instant peace of mind.
Copyright © Daniel Mcardle | Year Posted 2012
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Daniel Mcardle Poem
The inevitable is exactly that,
Convince yourself it isn't quite.
Control all else to control what can't be.
Attempt to extend while length is not the purpose,
To avoid what you enjoy so you can avoid it a little longer.
Sometimes you wish it upon yourself,
Then evade as it approaches.
And wishing it upon others,
Rarely with conviction.
Copyright © Daniel Mcardle | Year Posted 2012
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