What is a man?

If not mere bones and skin.

A pink weak shell, easily pierced.

But defenceless flesh, a slave to his emotion.

Oft a single standing statistic, easily forgotten.

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What is life?

If not a game of cat and mouse.

A daily challenge, with winners and losers.

An ever-expanding struggle to please.

In an engrossing society,

An eagerness to conform,

One is judged by normality.

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What is normal?

If not boring,

Life spent living another’s plan.

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What is God?

If not false hope,

An avenue to escape,

When alone, before one grabs for rope.

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Why do we exist?

If one’s act justifies his means.

Then will we ever stop,

Whilst others exist to judge.

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Are we forever trapped by destiny?

Meandering down a set path,

Slaves to lady fate,

Can one truly be set free?

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How will we ever escape?

Darkness encompasses all sides,

The unknown future sparks doubts,

Questions forever conquer answers.

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The weakness of man.

An insatiable need for approval.

A domineering lust for women.

A savage of primitive emotion.

A mere shell of potential,

Lost in great pain.

Sticks and stones may piece his skin,

But words puncture his soul.