Who are we?

October 8, 2017

I follow a winding path

Yet it has no direction

I have a given task

Yet my result is full of imperfection


I have 11 years of life

Yet only 6 I remember

I spent all my time

Trying to be the top contender


But now I have general perspective

Of what a waste is the planet

Of how humans are simply a collective

Who convince themselves they have talent


But we will never see our true selves

As we will never see each-other

We will only see what we read from our bookshelves

And what we learned from our mother


So dear reader, I leave you

To the barren face of contemplation

You determine what is true

In this world of fictation

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