With no inspiration I rattle on,
Writing in the marching dawn.
My blog still empty; My words still lost
I've found what peace and quiet costs
With no feel of time; no night and day
I have no god and yet I still pray.
I think my soul has fled
To the modern world, with no childish glee.
Oh my, just what has happened to me?
- Title: Removed
- Artist: Hanafrost
A simple poem about people that can be lost in the modern world as time has gotten to them- or maybe they feel a bit tired. Just A snippet of a philosophical thought that might skip gleefully into your brain whenever you're stuck- without a thing in the world to say.- basically :heart:
- Date: 10/26/2010
- Tags: removed modern life time reality
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