All the whirlwinds that you're caught in
seem to subside for another
At the peak of existence, your worldly presence - meteorically withers
templates of morality sculpt you in the guise of societies figurine
Life's an arc of luminosity that flashes with no time to intervene
Daylight's wasted on the quest of figuring out a plaque, title or conclusion
Chance are; purpose, concepts are menacing distractions, mere illusions.
Being alive in the same land your heart beats, & not in another hallucination
Is in itself the grandeur of appreciating this entire creation.
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
All the whirlwinds that you're caught in
seem to subside for another
At the peak of existence, your worldly presence - meteorically withers
templates of morality sculpt you in the guise of societies figurine
Life's an arc of luminosity that flashes with no time to intervene
Daylight's wasted on the quest of figuring out a plaque, title or conclusion
Chance are; purpose, concepts are menacing distractions, mere illusions.
Being alive in the same land your heart beats, & not in another hallucination
Is in itself the grandeur of appreciating this entire creation.
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