old souls- planted in fragile new bodies
imposter syndrome- was i ever a child
how did i get here- why am i still here
this racket is meaningless- does it matter who leads us
we are marching towards death and being reborn- as rats
whether man or animal- always rats in a maze made for men
made by men- even nature now corrupted reformed
i find peace in everything - because if i dont who will
everyone else is busy - they run through the maze
there are one million dead ends - they are determined to find them all
i sit legs crossed- hands together- eyes closed
i will be reborn a dove - i do not run the maze
i breeze past it - over it - waking or sleeping
i was never a part of this race
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