A slip of time, the ego shows
Where we end up, nobody knows
In pursuit of the grave
Where some believe, the good lord saves
Unpretentious as the ants, scattered about
Harking pointless rants, shadowed by doubt
Stimied and vexed, in an existential stew?
Perplexed, thoughts of unessential gew?
Ruminations of mind; push on through the herds
The ponder on your head is now someone else's words
Someone Else's Words
-Jan Pozsgay
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