The days, weeks, months and years fall upon me like dead leaves. I'm already gone and just don't know it. Everything that we think we know is an illusion. Time itself does not exist nor do we.
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We are what our minds tell us. Nice poem 5*
Thank you so much for your kind comment. We are indeed what we think and fear what we believe.