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Self-reflection
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secular poems I look in the mirror
what do I see?
a mind paralized with fear of tomorrow
I see a phsychic and emotional disabled
A mad house would be more appropriate for me
than this realistic concrete jungle;
where hunting is not for animals
but for a small slice of security
giving your last breath for a loaf o'success
and racing off for money.
I wonder what can I do
to get cut off from this chaotic real world,
I want back in my alienated universe
and cut the ropes to real world.
