“You are not alone,” say the sages
with their eyes averted.
“Look around ya, boy,
why are your thoughts so perverted?
You’re twisted up in knots
of bitter worry and confusion.
How many times have we told you
ain’t no such thing as isolation?”
“You are not alone,” say the sages
with their eyes averted.
“Look around ya, boy,
why are your thoughts so perverted?
You’re twisted up in knots
of bitter worry and confusion.
How many times have we told you
ain’t no such thing as isolation?”
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I could hear John Lennon singing this one, though it is kind of the opposite of his song.
true enough! thanks for reading.
There’s no escaping of what man truly is or what he thinks. Isolation is where the magic of thoughts happen. Loving this poem. 🙂
w00t! thanks, c0
You welcome. 🙂
I like wine
goddamn! me too!
I’m French so it explains
I just like to drink… 🙂
Ok I see
Haha, I like this made me smile x
All right!
let’s drink together 🙂
Yes! I say, Yes!