Neanderthal, by coby Subscribe to rss feed for coby

man is born by what he has said 
controlled by a forum 
that's all in his head 

his life is composed 
through a vision confined 
simplicity lost 
by whats left behind 

thoughts of position 
that are passed as we die 
progression a cost 
and security a lie 

to this life that is borrowed 
only one things to say 

its time to forget 
lets have a nice day   
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:25:52 UTC

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