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I want an end point. Just don't ask why.
I want an end point. So I can let out a huge cry.
End point, a point to aim for.
End point, a reason to start.
Without an end point. I feel lost.
Without an end point. Where do I begin.
It starts, so it finishes. That's the logic.
It begins, thus ends. The linear belief.
Give me an end point.
Then I'll start.
Give me an end point.
Then I'll act out my chosen art.
Multiple, subtract, divide by two, an then add to the sum of our
experiences.
The unconscious we are given, a formula so unwritten.
What starts must finish, we are told to be bold
look confident act assertive
defence in attack, attack the best form of defence.
Start-stop, stop-start
if it works don't fix it, discard when broken, buy new, not built to
last, pay insurance, pay, pay, pay, buy, buy, buy, Don't dare to ask
why.
look left look right
look left look right(x2) then cross
rhythm without reason, reason without rhyme
Turn over, turn in, pull or push.
Tomorrow, Man-yana, be patient. It may never happen.
A new beginning, (to) an old ending.
Back to the chicken or the egg.
Chicken egg, chick, chicken, egg.?????
One &; one is two except in the mating game.

A new born baby, already is old. As an adult, we are still too
young.
We seek the child within, the inner child that sets us free.
Let us set the real rules for us to play (set by play), not to go round
and round the bureaucracy that may.
Riddle and circles a never ending game, politicians have invented it in
their name.
Stops and starts we are told but how are we really to know.
First past the post. balloted and informed of choices.
Life giving, life threatening.

A starters gun fired starts the race.
A soldiers gun fired kills another of the human race.
A different day, a different time. We wouldn't be here.
Different places to be. Set by an external clock, internally we (it)let
rule.
Following the hidden, unspoken ways, dictated to us, we know no
difference.

Red amber green, green amber red. A meaning given so it easily rhymes
in our heads.
The first round of the cup with it's never ending photo opportunities
will come round again, year after year, we know that the game, match,
race will be won and guess at the finalists and hope for next season.
Like the weather it is predictable, but alas the seasons are growing
not to be so easily foretold.
Never mind a jet will fly us off to the cape, the piste, the beach or
jungle, at a whim, if we are of the chosen few.

No pain, no gain, no brain.
In decadence we find out just how selfish we can be.
In pain we find reason and the ability to question just who am I (what
is me)
born again, born more than once.
Born to sin, sinners repent.
With this water I thee cleanse.
With this water I do name.
With this water you do live.
With this water you drown - do die.
It flashes, as slow and long as can be , in an instant, life is seen.
Then it (life) ends.
In reincarnation we return, no memory of how we burned, but passed on
are our sins.
A wheel has many spokes they all turn at the same speed, we travel far,
yet do not move.
North is north unless we are northern(further north), south can be
north, east, or west. East, west. West is the best, east is wrong or
enlighten.
Good is my good and you are your evil.
The dictionary (says it) has many meaning, yet still I do not know how
to use it.
When is an adverb, a verb, can it be a noun.
Every word has more than one meaning. Every action can have a different
reason, giving yet another meaning.
A white lie, not black. A black day, with colour. Out of white we make
the rainbow.
A product can be made from unwanted pregnancies but who's going to tell
the child when it becomes an adult.

Adam came before Eve that's a strange one to me.
A salmon always returns to the same river it was born in to bear her
offspring.
Pythagorus theory is only a theory never fact.
A theory can only be proved wrong thus it is similar to man.
Edward De Bono advises us to think laterally,
then maybe, just maybe we'll see a more beautiful picture.
Creativity can unlock the chains of despair, break the class divide and
bring us a higher life, Erich Fromm was German he can't be wrong
(surely)

Moderation's a good Thing.
Things we take for granted, is more than we can take.
What we listen too, is more than we are told.
We believe more than we can see.
We ask more questions, but settle for less answers.
Their are many options, but we make so few choices.
Always more, yet so much less we take.
We don't hid behind much. Do we ?
Denial, Freud's first defence.

From a generalisation we categorise and quickly flow on to
stereotype.
A short step of unreason creates prejudice.
Then we can justify de-individualisation and hate.