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by Aure Jul 10, 2008 category : Life, society / meaning of life
And what's the sense of it all Dragging myself through life Just like every plain other day Without reflecting deeply As I state I loathe the shallow And despise the truly dumb. I must admit so am I too Being devoured in self-pity When thinking about my life Turns me black and blue What then could I possible mean? To this world I call my own And no artist reveals in me Writing these superficial words Who come and go, even though They come right from the soul What could I ever paint? Or draw, or sing, or compose? To really and fully show Feelings of any kind I guess I'll never know