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Sleeping in a soup of ignorance
Fine with my fantasies and dreams,
All lived…, they were all lived before.
Only the devil could have made one feel so
Insignificant.
Poor devil, still to be blamed
For our brains’ faults.
Issues taken for the fight for importance.

Ignorance bath in the soup of bliss,
Blissful dreams that can’t be shattered anymore.

Ah, the gift of being poor!
The loveliest heart knows how to offer
A chance out as nobody likes being poor.

Grin Grin as we must go on,
Continue with our sin
Of sleeping in a soup of ignorance,
This perfect ignorance  complimenting the knowledge
Of the very poor but rich,
Fine with my fantasies and dreams
... They were all lived…

Ignorance sleeping in a soup of dreams,
All blissful dreams that can’t be shattered anymore.

So, let’s! Let us continue,
Continue with our sin
Of sleeping in a soup of ignorance,
This perfect ignorance  complimenting the knowledge
Of the very rich but poor.

To be continued…