Don't cry for yourself, don't feel pity.
Look all around, in the country, in the city.
Life surely weaves it's elusive threads,
Into a web of confusion, all the fear and the dread.
Spinning every thought on the wheel of time.
Which one is chosen? Does it matter if it's mine?
We're a universal mind, who has the next turn?
To play hero or villian on the stage that we earn.
Reason for writing:
I was bored at work one day, deep in my thoughts about life,
the cosmos and freedom from the circle. Everyone likes to
see their words in print, don't they?
Birth sign: Not entered
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