how many days spent in the same manner
it's easy to realize, certain skills come in handy
as clouds clog your mind
what was once, will never come back
you're a piece of pulsating matter
moving through space in a fixated pace
as my hands come of age
as wrinkles gather across my biggest organ
my eyes observe an extension of the mind
barley between all the cells
got to
be
got to
go
got to become
got to go home
retreat as a treat
confined room
expanded gaze
we see nothing
but talk a lot about it
no. i'm not very refined
but who am i to blame
as i breathe toxic fumes
i want something different, something new
how to remain passionate
without telling anyone
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