With all the happy forces
Of a thousand suns
Squashed by a hundred gravities
Enough to give me runs
I ponder life eclectic
And wonder at the lore
Of all that came before me
I just don't know what it's for
My brain runs in circles
Of doubt and pleasure and pain
It is as it always was
With a life boring and plain.
There was a time
When I truly pondered
Things far off and deep
Now I'm lucky to not spill soup on my shirt.
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