Descending The Circular Stair

Round and round my mind goes Trying desperately to walk a straight path Rejecting the causes that it knows, Dizzied by the winding descent What good is a life, If it’s only to die, What good is a mind, To just watch it and cry, Why can’t we rise above Genocidal rage, And build a peace that will remain.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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