controlled?
Do we really
eat:: think:: read:: talk::
or is every aspect controlled
by:: some:: guy:: at:: a:: desk::
making all our decisions
what:: if:: we:: were:: dolls::
being played with in a doll house
never:: making:: our:: own:: functions::
what if we were just a part of a video game
being:: controlled:: by:: a:: joystick::
this may or may not be true
but:: do:: we:: really::know::
i guess only time will actually tell
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| this too shall pass | 0 | 05/22/2012 |
| in the end | 0 | 04/09/2012 |
| ~Unrecognizab le~ |
0 | 04/09/2012 |
| controlled? | 0 | 02/22/2012 |
| listen | 2 | 01/23/2012 |
| baking | 0 | 01/22/2012 |
| with her | 0 | 01/15/2012 |
| Down | 2 | 01/07/2012 |
| Lost | 1 | 01/07/2012 |
| Love Disguised | 2 | 01/07/2012 |
| She Is Gold | 1 | 01/07/2012 |
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