the swirling of energy
the consumption of your interest
even i manage to take a turn for the worse
true beauty
the one that raises every hair on your body
that renews every cell
that clings onto the life you've led
and the thoughts you have
to focus on what comes naturally seems wasteful
let it ride you
out on the ocean
everyone gets poetic
but inside a comapct concrete building
everyone lose their temper
hard to concentrate
easy to miss
the concept of the miserable
today i see
tomorrow i dig
the day after tomorrow
i'm underneath the soil of ignorance again
steep as the hill of inner pace
not so easily found
the music
and the senses
and the idiocy of playing important
commercialization
(good grieves, i miss biking..)
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