John Burns

In a world that feels dim, where shadows reside,
A journey through valleys, with nowhere to hide.
The weight of the years, like stones in my chest,
As I grapple and wrestle with life's toughest test.
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In a world that spins with dizzying pace,
Wandering souls seek a comforting space.
A life full of questions, a heart full of doubt,
Puzzling one's purpose—what's it all about?
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In a world that's a whirlwind, complex and loud,
Where ambitions like skyscrapers pierce through the cloud,
We search for fulfillment in glamour and gold,
Yet the secret to happiness is simpler, so I'm told.
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In corridors of power we toil,
Planting dreams in barren soil.
Yet what are trinkets, rank, and name?
When Death itself plays the final game.
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In the realm of glitter and gold, we find our hearts ensnared,
Chasing shadows of affluence, a relentless pursuit declared.
The more we grasp, the less we hold, a paradox profound,
Material chains, tightly bound, in possessions we are drowned.
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Where do they come from?
These dark and dreaded clouds
It's sunny today; I wasn't expecting this
I guess they're here to stay,
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What have we done,
this world, it's complicated, and dog-eat-dog
how will he cope?
It's all my fault, how can I protect him? my son
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