Faces wrapped in blank expressions
Unusual mist is an impediment to the vision
Labouring to recognize another apparition
Feet used to the daily grind of Life
Everyone capitulating to the superficial duties
Original ideas of life on an anonymous detour
When the mind is occupied with banality
Relentlessly trying to connect the dots of existence
Even though most of the dots are missing
Stretching our imagination based on false hypotheses
Leaving us forlorn through the journey
Ripples of dissatisfaction are palpable every day
Plodding towards an up-hill journey without hope©
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Great poem
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Thank you.
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