Various thoughts
It was the day I realized I had become shallow Trying to fight my inner demons But somehow they won’t let go It’s like an addiction to bad habits I know life is only an illusion See right through the cracked mirrors of life What a peculiar place this earth is Created by hands we do not know Its purpose is to embrace humans And their love towards each other and the universe We have failed dreadfully at this I am enclosed by a web of cold cynical visions The voices are telling me to get out Before I am absorbed completely by the blue face Screaming that you are on your own
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Wangsgaard
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” Albert Einstein
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