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Holding on to things that at the end of the day are sure to be left behind Laboring away precious time for lots of money, to pay for escaping the grind Wanting and seeking love yet giving some, never crossing the mind Worshipping the mortal external while to the internal eternal beauty remaining blind Always restless and searching not knowing what is it that we are looking to find Staying trapped in such ironies we think we are free, our world is surely a mad house of a kind!
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
Mad House
Holding on to things that at the end of the day are sure to be left behind Laboring away precious time for lots of money, to pay for escaping the grind Wanting and seeking love yet giving some, never crossing the mind Worshipping the mortal external while to the internal eternal beauty remaining blind Always restless and searching not knowing what is it that we are looking to find Staying trapped in such ironies we think we are free, our world is surely a mad house of a kind!
dr-bhakti-lata
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
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