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We Are Like an Octopus

Arms of an octopus

Drifting,

Feeding, feeling, grasping.

 

Thus humankind

Through the oceans of experience,

Searching for answers

Right, left and centre.

 

But so many arms -

What good do they do?

They go their own way wilfully,

Neglecting to check back

Through the central intelligence agency.

 

No wonder the octopus, though smart, is still an octopus.