That same old song pealing madly in the background. The cacophony from that broken record, skipping and tripping doesn't touch the soul the way it used to. Cause its the same old song, just sung by different voices. It hardly resonates; it barely has any acceptance. It is just seen as the background noise which is the result of the human condition. Something to be shunned.
This is what human opinions are reduced to after a given point of time. Their words become evidence of the old adage - "oh not that same old story again".
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Picture Poetry
PoetrySometimes life isn't just words. It's colour, texture, sounds, smells and sights. Living life means being open to each of these elements, and if you are, then the poetry is constantly in motion. Whenever I travel, or see something that motivates me...
