If it's human to think Why are we so thoughtless You and your desk job Them and their paddy fields Thoughtless. Only summers and winters Mostly summers Thoughts never brimming up To concrete acts And what are acts If not useless Just to go back To another pit Some wrongs made right Most rights gone wrong A fragile balance of Thoughts negating thoughts We think therefore we are- Is quite overrated, as we all have agreed But it's human to think Is it human to be? If we could die everyday with the sunset Would the cycle be any different Would the cycle be shorter But the same? Small progresses attacked by Jerks of regression Perhaps we're doomed to think And redo our woes And that's how life goes.
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