Picture Credit: A very old silhouette of myself, taken by me in 2014
So perfectly placed, yet all in thought,
A utopian state, reality that is not..
Being normal, yet in contrast with the norms,
She's an insane mind, grasping the theory of forms...
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Like a train, she's damned for servitude,
Yet she's engrossed, in smoky illusions of solitude..
Of ideas, that either make or mar us,
And ideas, that actually do make and mar us...
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Religion, individual state of mind,
Creation, and theories of mankind..
Ideas, that aptly defy sense,
Concepts, unveiled via their essence...
She's simple sounding uncertainty,
She's you.... She's I.... She's Philosophy...
