Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Some Day I will Go!

When I go,
Something will also go
The software that tell me of Me
Will Crash !
And the Hardware will become just pulp
And the Superstructure that supported the Pulp
Will gradually grind to dust.
Nothing is wasted
Sorry, I don't know that
Nobody knows that.
Isn't reality is percieved electrical signal?
But even this perception has
Whether real or phoney
Exhleration and Sorrow.

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