Life is not a race to win,
Life is a game to play.
There is clay,
And a player with no eyes.
Eyes play no role in the play,
The play of the game.
Growing and Growing (eyes I mean).
They can see, at the end of the play,
When there is no clay.
So eat potato chips.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
