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Thoughts of A Borderline Cynic

October 17, 2011

The trees are breathing
My mind is seeking the answers to life
Such constant melodies of these thoughts inside me
Plague my remaining innocence with doubt and fear
And your big heart cannot erase the wounds that time can’t heal
No herb, no pill, can fix me until I’m real
And if nothing is reality then everything is fiction
Lies are life and life is friction between lovers and workers
A constant war that rages on neutral territory
And I, with my chains, can only watch with bored martyr expressionism
I’d save you all but I’m no help
I’d rather save myself

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Mckay ELITE said...
on Oct. 16 2013 at 7:13 pm
Mckay ELITE, Somewhere, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do."
—Apple’s “Think Different” commercial, 1997
“Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.”
― Weihui Zhou

Sometimes I feel this way too. The feeling's mutual. I felt that the line "No herb, no pill, can fix..." could be better worded as "No herb or pill can fix..." Merely an opinion. Otherwise the poem is precisely what most people feel each day. Life is a labyrinth that no one can understand. Like you say "[our] mind[s] [are] seeking the answers/ to life". Nicely done.