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Raindrops, accompanied by morning coffee’s aroma Ice cubes and cola, that galaxy on the surface of the fizzing soda The smell of old books, while reading as you sat on a sofa Simple joys, euphoria, now free your mind from the entire enigma Rasasvada, the taste of bliss in the absence of all thought Maybe the mental state in which your mind experiences drought People watching, people praying, people playing, people like droids Over the course of history, we’ve discovered hundreds of thousands of asteroids The first one is Ceres; now ask yourself, “Do I exist”? Are you suffocated by the alienating effect of urban life; which you still can’t resist? Inside the neon-soaked metropolis, transgression, and the ignorance of youth Truth realizes itself; and that is the truth Dusk falls, starry night, the slumbering dark will rise What made you think that you are wise and that you’d never compromise? It is only while the city sleeps that you can understand its heaviness Of what? The weight of your consciousness It was once said that the smallest thing that you’d see is human kindness And if not, what else will explain mankind and his varied emptiness Death defies and completely violates the laws of the universe The prophets did not write their words on papers, in a verse They are engraved inside the minds of street hooligans and space vagabonds Wars don’t end wars, trivial things, and worshiping new gods with brands Humanity, please keep your sanity. Regress towards simplicity and put away your vanity People watching, people praying, people playing, people who forgot what it means to ‘be’ The ebb and flow of life are as strange as the creases on your sweater You, a slave of order, creature of magnificent wonder A being who seeks purpose and solace, in your thoughts you dwell So long, tonight I hope you sleep well
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Ra·sas·va·da
Raindrops, accompanied by morning coffee’s aroma Ice cubes and cola, that galaxy on the surface of the fizzing soda The smell of old books, while reading as you sat on a sofa Simple joys, euphoria, now free your mind from the entire enigma Rasasvada, the taste of bliss in the absence of all thought Maybe the mental state in which your mind experiences drought People watching, people praying, people playing, people like droids Over the course of history, we’ve discovered hundreds of thousands of asteroids The first one is Ceres; now ask yourself, “Do I exist”? Are you suffocated by the alienating effect of urban life; which you still can’t resist? Inside the neon-soaked metropolis, transgression, and the ignorance of youth Truth realizes itself; and that is the truth Dusk falls, starry night, the slumbering dark will rise What made you think that you are wise and that you’d never compromise? It is only while the city sleeps that you can understand its heaviness Of what? The weight of your consciousness It was once said that the smallest thing that you’d see is human kindness And if not, what else will explain mankind and his varied emptiness Death defies and completely violates the laws of the universe The prophets did not write their words on papers, in a verse They are engraved inside the minds of street hooligans and space vagabonds Wars don’t end wars, trivial things, and worshiping new gods with brands Humanity, please keep your sanity. Regress towards simplicity and put away your vanity People watching, people praying, people playing, people who forgot what it means to ‘be’ The ebb and flow of life are as strange as the creases on your sweater You, a slave of order, creature of magnificent wonder A being who seeks purpose and solace, in your thoughts you dwell So long, tonight I hope you sleep well
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
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