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 Stifled

Apples grow on a tree, not on a vine,
were the roots of that tree cursed for all time?
Funny the way the story unfolds with it's grace,
about the origin of mankind's misbegotten place.
Temptation with the promise of knowledge was the scheme,
was it a part of man's history or just someone's dream?
Yet, dreams sometimes that have harmony or horror,
can lead us to salvation or generate the next war.
I believe one should be careful about what goes in their mind,
and carefully examine the thoughts they've designed.
 Dreams can be a future place one wishes to go,
but our reality can be a facade without an intrinsic glow.
Many walk on this planet without dreams of going anywhere,
and will end up on their death bed with a lonely blank stare.



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