# 11954
Poem Sanctum
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Vibrant
thoughts
are
stale
thoughts
are
stale
No Fresh Thoughts
Indeed, we slip through life without
rhyme or reason, a concept
we prefer to not
inhale,
We tend to believe moldy thoughts are
fresh; never believe our vibrant
thoughts are
stale.
We view ourselves as if born with a
master plan for life; hang
on to logic we
berate,
Reality and history are cruel lessons;
given enough time our
essence, is left to
fate.
Yorktown Disciple
Indeed, we slip through life without
rhyme or reason, a concept
we prefer to not
inhale,
We tend to believe moldy thoughts are
fresh; never believe our vibrant
thoughts are
stale.
We view ourselves as if born with a
master plan for life; hang
on to logic we
berate,
Reality and history are cruel lessons;
given enough time our
essence, is left to
fate.
Yorktown Disciple
Yorktown Disciple
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Quatrain of No Fresh Thoughts - 11954 - Yorktown Disciple