" I'm confused by the turn of things." That's the theme of this poem. But you've paused to give some thought to your situation. Time is a mean trickster: sometimes to goes too fast, sometimes too slow. You fear the steady approach of death, but the waiting room is a tedious place to be. A poem like those can liberate you: you realize your mind is active, it still grasps the nature of life. Your mind conquers reality. At least, there is that possibility.
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" I'm confused by the turn of things." That's the theme of this poem. But you've paused to give some thought to your situation. Time is a mean trickster: sometimes to goes too fast, sometimes too slow. You fear the steady approach of death, but the waiting room is a tedious place to be. A poem like those can liberate you: you realize your mind is active, it still grasps the nature of life. Your mind conquers reality. At least, there is that possibility.