The world is but a play
Exercised by random
A dance of the untamed
Purposeless molecules
People being tossed about
In determined chaos
Perception deceived
By delusions of control
The biomechanical minds
Inventors of meaning
The abusers of time
Faith-indulgers born
Billions of egocentric
Isolated universes
Self-defined importance
Self-inflicted stupidity
We crawl like animals
With eyes full of dust
Everyone a falling star
In Tragedy of existence
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tragedy of existence(mid night poetry part 2)
Poetrytragedy of existence : its' the 2nd part of mid night poetry !! there is nothing much it but life is more than we see!and less happy than it seems to be!!! please vote comment and follow and i...
