Life is a whorl,
a turmoil of thought,
emotions run wildly and free.
Life is a shroud,
a void fully wrought,
a confusion of coarse filigree.

Life is a cavern,
an unpolished stone,
a sapling stripped for a breeze.
Life is a hardship,
a failure for throne,
desertion is eager to please.

Life is a mind,
clouded by sight,
stereotypically free.
Life is my strength,
bounded by flight,
philosophy's freedom is me.

11/29/1999

Posted on 09/25/2001
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