Nothing without
Without my wits I am not
The man I thought
I am lost and bewildered
Left to rot
Without my wits I would not survive
This world of instability
Possessions rule this land
The mind has lost her value
Matter has trumped mind
The pen is bludgeoned by the sword
Still those with wits trudge on
Knowing one day
Our time will come
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