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Tue 26 Oct, 2004 08:05 am
When essence is destroyed,
And your soul is beaten,
Let life take its course,
Until you die without reason.
Controlling life without control,
Esteem evaporates, slip into darkness,
Mind lost, blame?
Yourself and no one else,
For when you play the game,
I always lose to life.
"Controlling life without control" I liked that line....it's sooo true!!!
Life is a terminal condition. Excellent observational piece, poet!
i agree with stand up... that is an awesome line
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