A Lovely Afternoon
Walking up a hill for the view is such a nuisance.
I saw a lady drive up the same hill last time. She seemed fat and sick.
We try to buy ourselves freedom and convenience, but often, what we get is just plain illness.
I’m Entitled
To everything, because i’m me.
What lies we tell ourselves, my mind, how long will you keep misleading me?
My rights, my ownership, my laws, my survival. Dissolve into a sea of ever evolving (dissolving?) information.
After the sun fades, was there ever a sunset?
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Is she really dying? But, why, she is such a good person?
But then again, the sunset was pretty as well.
But next time, next time i will be prepared for it fading!
Oh dear mind, your nature is to lie; now without you, i can’t even believe myself.
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