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The Blur of LifeThe blur of life is so bizarre Do we know who we are Are we really in this world Do we exist all in a whirl Do we have bodies that move about Do we have lungs and a mouth to shout Is it possible we're only minds Having dreams to pass the time Out in nowhere all alone No blood no flesh not a single bone Reincarnation Deja Vu as well Other dreams Who can tell Rod Serling said a lifetime can be dreamt in one minute Is this just a dream Are you in it Are you real or did I create you Did I get lonely and decide to make you I've often wondered if I'm still four years old Dreaming in a minute a lifetime tenfold Twenty thirty eighty more Before I wake to be just four Is this what we really are Why does life seem so bizarre ©1993 Diane Coghill, All Rights Reserved |
Travel (poem)
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