Splinters from the past time is now.
The world of loneliness there we live,
with everything piled up
around us ,
constantly guard our inner
against disturbance and disharmony.
Any dreamer who knows
anything else is wrong.
Perhaps it is the case that one is misled.
Why is being here to no avail?
Time passes suffering
my soul moves on< br/>in the dream.
The applicant's answer in a fog marked
by lostness and incomplete life.
Where immoral people take over
and the thought turns into a feeling
of powerlessness, doubt and indifference.
Then, we shave and gather for a party
to understand nd beyond a
hypocritical, mocking, abracadabra world.

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