A man who knowsHe will dieHow does a moment lookDifferent to himThan the analyticalLost man in the screenWho pines about machinesEven eludingThat he is machineHow does his cup of coffee tasteDifferentIs it different whenThe wind blowsThe rain startsThe seasons changeThe sun goes downIn a day or 3 yearsSandwiched betweenNow and infinityA man who knowsHe will …
Do you know what Knowledge is?Text on paperPaper on a text on paperIs it?Walking on a streetWalking in a forestFeeling strings and meatBetween your fingersReading text on paperLater feeling its meaningLike a revelationSo do you know what?Knowledge is
I want to face deathWith open armsWith a full heartWith a wealth of experienceAnd knowledgeFor infinity to feast onWith an understandingOf nothingWith intensity but no panicWith laughterWith the same abandonThat I feel nowWith an offering, a giftI want to face deathAnd fight gracefullyKnowing I won’t win
Choosing to Be Born
Choosing to be born
Emerging from infinity
To pursue the act of
Finding something to find
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