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Wonder Of Life

Wonder Of Life


He was obsessed with life
Human and not
The skeletons beneath the skins
The make up the dna of life.
Why there is life
The power of love
Does a God exist?
Is hate inbred?
The different songs of birds.
A finger searches out his pulse
A second or two after opening his eyes
It never wears off with him, the wonder of life
A measure of his hobby which has become an obsession
No relationship he's had, has lasted.
People try to run his quest down
But the sceptics, the cynics don't register with him
Insular
Aloof
Warm
Friendly
All these and more have been used as descriptions of him
But as he spends his days narrating his findings to his
Dictaphone, every minute counts
Every idea/observation is recorded
All though he doesn't observe as much now out in the open
It's all in the mind.
Level wings
Active mind
Own identity -be prepared to demolish it
That's the inscription he hands over his writing desk.

A halt to the strains of life
There's got to be an easier pace to live at
To see the light
A quiet room shut off from the noisy world
A quiet room shut off from the nosy world
To think in, To think clearly is a necessity.

A simplicity rule
If it's plausible
It's recorded

Fabricate, fluke, stumble on truths
All over the world
In every country
There are people like him
It's a mystery,
The wonder of life.

V Topp






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