why do they live,
what plots do they believe,
everyday, yet again, walking down the same path,
to the volatile inner being is a wrath.
yet life is but a surreal wave,
To be rode on ecstatically,
not being to pattern , a slave.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
why do they live,
what plots do they believe,
everyday, yet again, walking down the same path,
to the volatile inner being is a wrath.
yet life is but a surreal wave,
To be rode on ecstatically,
not being to pattern , a slave.
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