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Are we but a culmination of every choice we ever made,
formed by the times we’ve been dented and bruised,
tamed by the views as set by society,
and moulded into obedient slaves,
unseeing and unfeeling, unquestioning?
Or are we the result of our passions and desires,
taking leaps that take us over the edge of purpose,
obtaining scars and bruises along the way,
yet the pleasure outweighs that what we seek.
profound! i loved it :)
ReplyDeleteI don't know but that sure feels like my day - no wait - the whole week.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like the first half of my life and then the second half. I didn't know I had been brain washed.
ReplyDeleteI think we might be a bit of both..interesting perspective for a poem..
ReplyDeleteGreat question! What's the answer??
ReplyDeleteyou're an amazing poet.
ReplyDeleteI believe we're change.
Keep writing.
xx
I really don't know the answer but thanks to your poem I am going to ponder it all ...
ReplyDeleteMethinks maybe all of the above in a natural sense.
ReplyDeleteAsk me and i will always say that the journey was the destination. Now i journey no more...
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