Always in your mind,
Never here but away.
Creating your life,
Yet floating astray.
In a pool of lies,
Or is it just fake?
Controlling your sleep,
but not when you wake?
The base of the world,
So large and so true.
Yet deep inside,
The controller is you.
And all of the people,
In this vast green place.
What does it mean,
When it is who we face.
It makes houses and statues,
And things so vast.
And it even created,
Artifacts of the past.
What is this thing,
That controls all life?
What is this thing,
That may end human strife?
It's imagination.
Use it.
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Soulless Ninja's Random Thoughts
Here is where i post things about me, my avi, or some other random writings like poetry or stories.
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Pathogenic Serenade
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