Indefatigable
By Neurosine
Values;carrots we tread towards fruitlessly, perceptions, our childish distraction, life, a secret inexpressible, untold motion unrepeating. Conditioned, controlled, imbued with notions, pavlovian robots, blinded in our teachers ways. We're prompted to wonder if we're black or we're white, if we're straight or we're gay. We strive to win something, but we die in the end, in this we are all the same. Every motion we choose effects others too, even if they're a belief away. Definition has led us to assume there's a boundry, we each are a desolate thing. The truth is that we are all just energy flowing, oscillating in each others waves. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 05:14 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 13
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