November 26, 2012 | By | 1 Comment

Sleep, fare friend, for what have I traded thee?
A weary mind, a distant soul, a derelict quandary.
I exist, yet am dull, dreary, and shoddy.
And so feel all ignoring the wisdom of the body.

Category: Poetry, Thoughts

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  1. David Taylor says:

    MASSIVE fan of philosophy, especially of the ancients. Oh and david hume :). Looking forward to this blog. CHEERS!!!!

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