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As i stood there gazing,

gazing in wonder at the scene before me,

watching with eyes tightly shut,

with a mind for the first time fully open.

Open to the riddles and rymes of this enigma

which we so bodly call "the here and now."

First one way and then another,

I turn my head and listen,

listen to the ever flowing mainstream

that comes from the human fountinhead.

the ever preasent bust that leads the herd

pushing this way and pulling that way

guiding by the strings which has intangled the limbs of the soul.

the human puppet that needs its master to live in its own limbo

gazing out of its own fish bowle

looking towards its future with out the preamble to act on its own accord

and yet raging at its own fate

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