The Poem I Wrote in a LibraryA Poem by von Froszt
I see my life
In tiny flashes Bits of thought From my past But what is life If not the result The buildup Of memories The residual Feelings Stored for ages Thoughts and Understanding Experience Passed down To the ages To the whole of Existence As all life Has done Since life Was life All pieces Of the jigsaw Fit endlessly Together There is no Specific picture On the box Just use some Imagination You will get What you put in You live the life You choose But although I see my life In bits of fire Within my mind Electric flashes Take me back To places past And times far distant And I am there Transported by Biology To a frame of mind A virtual space Where all can be Reality But what is real Is what you see In your own mind And I see mine They intersect But only as Interactions Of the mind You in mine I in yours We are but parts Acted out In each other's dream Of subjective Reality Where I am you And you are me And life is just A memory Of nothing.
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