Whats in a word
I, thyself, an accumulation of thought,
Had a name once, but when our true conscious being is unchained
And Unslaved of the Bondage of Age dust,
We SEE Unity in everything,
A commonality that is absolutely pageless.
Absurd in speech,
To attempt to Linguistically use words,
To verbally speak lifes meaning weakens it,
It is, too Depp, within us all,
The lost souls see fake goals
In hideen writing, worthless,
In the circus mirror,
Images of dreams they are fighting,
To these Minds, stuck on dollar signs,
Burning lifes precious time,
I guess this is my stop.
The end of this line.
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