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Brained Universe


Time is inconstent.

Light is so persistant.

Travel in an instant.

Mental or the physical,

Vibrational or rhythmical.

Magnificent or mystical.

Sensational and spiritual.

Connected, imperfected,

Intellected, we selected.

Live in a world where we neglected,

Where this phenomenons rejected.

See how the nature works together?

See how the universe grows forever?

See how the feelings of your mood, oftenly match the current weather?

We create what we do see.

Our dream do hold the future key,

To what we refuse.

How you and me,

Have energy!

I can't explain, 

The thoughts in my brain

Yet its the same

As whats His name?

We call Him..

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