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A Ride To Find Your Mind
Contributed by
mround48
on
Tuesday, 31st January 2012 @ 04:45:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Trapped in your own breed,
Wishing for your spirit to be set free,
We are all doing time in our own minds,
Dreaming of escape and finds.
Everybody watches the struggle inside,
Your world is on fire,
Yet the earth feels so cold,
Can the sun not burn?
Gears that won’t tick,
People and minds cannot click,
The only feeling you have left,
Is what you saved inside.
Take what is keeping you alive,
Share with what is leftover,
Become the newly bred soldier,
Strike with all the force you have left.
Everybody will be in for the ride,
So is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The show is about to begin.
Copyright ©
mround48
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2012-01-31 16:45:59] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: A Ride To Find Your Mind
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Tuesday, 31st January 2012 @ 09:28:30 PM AEST (User
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Welcome to YPDC.
Good work.
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Re: A Ride To Find Your Mind
(User Rating: 1 ) by davidcactus on
Wednesday, 1st February 2012 @ 01:21:34 PM AEST (User
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Trying to understand yourself and answering the eternal questions of who we are,what are we doing and where are we going is creating anguish in the author, who is the reflection of any person out there who has time to stop and think about his past, present and future. |
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Re: A Ride To Find Your Mind
(User Rating: 1 ) by Blackheart on
Wednesday, 1st February 2012 @ 05:40:31 PM AEST (User
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I really like this poem because it connects with me and my situation of trying to discover myself. But my thing is I'm at war with myself. But this poem is touching |
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