In a world full of brains
In a world full of brains
Bounded by the chains of Thought, do
Trains full of thoughts pass by, continuously.
Is knowledge our luggage,
Is conciousness our burden to bear(?).
I am aware.. I live..
In a world full of brains
Bounded by the chains of Thought, can
We all be kings of our lives, if
We master our minds.
Bounded by the chains of Thought, do
Trains full of thoughts pass by, continuously.
Is knowledge our luggage,
Is conciousness our burden to bear(?).
I am aware.. I live..
In a world full of brains
Bounded by the chains of Thought, can
We all be kings of our lives, if
We master our minds.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| P.S. de Winter: | Vrijdag, augustus 06, 2010 15:00 |
| best goed, toch zijn er nog wel wat kiertjes te dichten, waar ik met mijn Engelse wonderkit even langs zou willen gaan. | |
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| Auteur: vogelvrije | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 augustus 2010 | ||
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