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The Certainty Of Death
The person that I want to be
dies every day.
I never know exactly when, or how.
Sometimes it is sudden,
Sometimes lingering,
I often struggle, I often cling,
Sometimes, fatalistically, I just give in
But the person I want to be dies every day
Sometimes many times.
Sunday 21st February 2021 1:26 am
Lost In Translation
From the spirit to the soul
From the soul to the heart
From the heart to the brain
From the brain to the throat
From the throat to the mouth
From one mouth to the next
From one language to another
Through the experiences
The perceptions
The assumptions
And the emotions of each listener
Changing
The original message
Is ever and forever
Lost in translation
And only if only
...
Sunday 3rd January 2021 2:55 am
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