Reoccuring Question

I return, to the reoccurring question, yet again:
What's the point of this incessant game?
To and from end of days,
The deluded fight between pleasure and pain
Finding balance through Art: Middle and End
Come in vain - help defend....
Life of a soldier; the death of a child
The slaughter of love in a act of pride.
I return, yet again, to the question at hand:
As a mere speck of sand on a magical land,
What is the point to these pitiful lives
Taught from childhood the art of disguise,
A perfect weapon to disarm the mind...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[W R Stowe]

I have the opinion that mind is only disarmed with death you have some perplexed questions here. The answer is obvious laying in the abyss of our mind.