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The Passive Voice of Active Reason,
Kept milling in my mind...
It was one of its kind...
It spoke in murmurs, it told me the Truth,
Which was half-blurred in its illuminated sanctimoniousness...
I didn't know what to think,
I questioned myself
Should I be sad, hen I'd rather be Glad?
This is why I detest getting emotionally attached...
Expectation is a Dangerous Thing...
The world of Fabricated fancies is a safer place,
Life is easier, when it is a fast and furious race,
With no time for extra thought, at a contemplative pace, slow
Is not the way to go...
Thinking is drinking the mind away to waste...
Why expect anything, when Fate already has plans?
Or does it...is it not what we make of it?
I dunno...my mind is spinning,
Yarn upon yarn...none of them ever cme true...
Well, not ALL