Question:
Do you like my poem?
We rode to the stars and stood on moons above us. We learnt how to fly across our own world.
We built bombs capable of great wrath. We stood our ground as all around us lost their heads.
We were true to our heart and even though we solved all these problems which our mind loved our heart did not care.
While rats roamed the streets killing with their deadly blades we held our heads high and ran a tight ship, condemning from above.
I send you all my love but I cannot give you my mind. It's eaten and caked in mess but beneath the squallor something shines through, like a distant star - visible but not quite there.
Rip our ego from the hands of those that feed it and what do you have left?.
It is being. The peace of being.
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