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A poem which covers a few things.
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Age is man made,
as is time.

Deep in thought,
I am lost for hours.

I argue with my mind
about these things.

Then I get dragged to reality,
I prefer to stay in my mind.

It's a wonderful place,
as real as anything.

I think about this
we start another debate.

Is anything real
or just an illusion?

I consider this,
before I answer.

My mind doesn't use this thinking.
as a weakness in my argument.

It will not jump on me if I take time
to consider my answer.

Humans are impatient
when they think they are right.

Spring a controversial topic on me
then get annoyed when I think.

My mind is the only one
who will think me sane.

Who will not question,
but rather answer.

Man made inventions,
making us more impatient.

When I'm late for something
by even a second
and someone reprimands me,
a grin crosses my face.

I remind them time is man made.
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