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The essence of humanity enjoys to confuse

Poetry By: L J Jones

a short little confusion

Submitted:Jun 23, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Actions devour the mind

Tear and concur the soul

Day to day we grow weak

Minutes and hours pass

The world will spin

The sun will rise and set

Time is not to our advantage

The test of life is not becoming

What is there to live for, and why do we live?

Do we live to love?

Do we live to progress?

What is this curse in which we call life?

What is the meaning of it all?

They say life is what you make it

But why have you given me this life ?


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