Only random words can describe
my consciousness.
It is that very fact that l struggle in finding
a purpose.
Or rather in believing that l need
a purpose.
I remember my dreams asking
why the magnum opus
remains unfinished.
Why do l await a merry song,
to swing me away from my mind?
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
Only random words can describe
my consciousness.
It is that very fact that l struggle in finding
a purpose.
Or rather in believing that l need
a purpose.
I remember my dreams asking
why the magnum opus
remains unfinished.
Why do l await a merry song,
to swing me away from my mind?