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heartaches of living are many
comforts of living are few
truths are told are not many
lies were told have come true

anxiety's anguish and burnings
trust, now frustrated brings
the endless sorrows and yearnings
lost in the exhaustion of things

with the frivolous fancies
sufficed in times of the past
gathered the poppies and pansies
knew the dream couldn't last

when all are weary are sleeping
collecting joys and cares
planting ends in the reaping
of thistles, thorns and tares

dreams are all scattered
as tossed in the storm
faith been hopelessly shattered
hopes and dreams won't conform

what should have been and therefore
and perhaps it will be
and if not, should prepare for
a flight from reality

speak of worst and wiser
but wiser and worst are as one
philosophy is the despiser
all lives under the sun

nothing concrete but confusion
nothing decisive but death
imagine, lives an illusion
for life is an ephemeral breath

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