The world shatters like glass a thousand times
But somehow manages to be made whole.
Philosophies speak pureness of her soul,
But words are nothing but empty rhymes.
Post-modernity has made us like mimes,
Putting truth and lies into the same bowl.
Making a prison that prevents the soul
From healing. Loveless and annoying chimes.
Why are we surprised when people break down
Or turn to mind numbing meds such as meth.
Even memory foam forgets after being beaten to death.
The human mind is beautiful and vile
Above all, it is terribly fragile;
Running and running until out of breath...
A Poem By Stephen D. Green II
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