I was told
Traveling makes men
Wise and fully awoke.
So I handed myself to tripping
And I saw
The vastness of the universe,
All cosmic events,
The biography of Man,
the absence of justice
And how things work.
So, when I came back home,
I decided to live
With one mighty truth:
We are all
The offspring of chance.
Wipe all your tears,
Curse the void,
Comb you hair
Wear perfume,
Smile to the one you see
In the mirror,
And ******* live.
By Atlas Akhoullou
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
I was told
Traveling makes men
Wise and fully awoke.
So I handed myself to tripping
And I saw
The vastness of the universe,
All cosmic events,
The biography of Man,
the absence of justice
And how things work.
So, when I came back home,
I decided to live
With one mighty truth:
We are all
The offspring of chance.
Wipe all your tears,
Curse the void,
Comb you hair
Wear perfume,
Smile to the one you see
In the mirror,
And ******* live.
By Atlas Akhoullou
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