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False Perception

False Perception

As i sit high having a morning coffee,  i watch us Humans performing our daily duties with the facade they have to be done,  when really we are nothing more than a gang of ants feeding the Queen.

This give's time for thought!!!!!
This destroy's my ego, and yet here i am sat in a beautiful cafe looking down on a valley one can not describe.
I am nothing more than a grain of rock, the ego panics when it realize's this,  yet you have gave me birth not to early and not late to see life's beautiful planet as good as it's going to get,  i thank you.
Yet my Ego want's more,  the greedy thing.

 

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Surabhi Saxena

Great one friend ..awesome idea of writing this perception..:)
 

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piusha singh

Excellent write Mark,very well written imagery swaying between ego, materialistic desires and your inner self.

Cheers

piusha..

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Beautiful Verse, Thanks for sharing and posting, Regards & Love from WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

I am nothing more than a grain of rock, the ego panics when it realize's this,  yet you have gave me birth not to early and not late to see life's beautiful 

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Mark Pearson

Cheers  my friend nice comment from such a talented man.

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