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Category : Poems

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We are woken, never born.
Unaware of who we were before our slumber, we strive to know.
Where we went, Where will we go,
Who we were, who we will become.
We are fed, with food, with possessions,
With knowledge we either dismiss, accept
Or challenge, but never full.
We dared to know all and yet
We know nothing of who we were
Before we awoke from our slumber.

Comments

  • Just pondering, constantly brooding

    Jun 07, 2020

  • Don't be so down on yourself. Poems an writings requires pratice an constant confedinece. Wotking our own writing style an precision is what all that matters. Keep up the good work😇💪

    Jun 07, 2020

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