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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1700712

A poem I transcribed after meditating briefly.

The determined ant works endlessly,
unaware of the present danger.

The color of the future ever changing with each passing decision,
I wonder what is to come.

Why does the mind play tricks on us,
clouding ones vision?

Consciousness, a gift wrapped in self deceit.
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