My Poetry
Turmoil of Insanity
We are one minute molecule
in this vast turmoil of insanity,
reaching out into the growing wilderness.
lost in the eternal maze of life,
seeking answers with outstretched hands,
like snakes we slither,
thru' the vast emptiness.
looking for something we don't even know.
unaware where our future lies.
We are men simple
non-understanding,
in this vast turmoil of insanity.
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