wish i could take a glance
at the lands behind the sun;
are we indeed the lucky ones?
huge spheres and stars fail
to fill the biggest void of all,
yet people complete people
and love is methaphysical.
people invented death,
but some of us feel immortality,
not me, not you, but those
who got their name carved
in the sky of other blue dimensions.
how can we live
a life that was not lived before?
we cannot anymore.
we are just parts of the universal soul.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
wish i could take a glance
at the lands behind the sun;
are we indeed the lucky ones?
huge spheres and stars fail
to fill the biggest void of all,
yet people complete people
and love is methaphysical.
people invented death,
but some of us feel immortality,
not me, not you, but those
who got their name carved
in the sky of other blue dimensions.
how can we live
a life that was not lived before?
we cannot anymore.
we are just parts of the universal soul.
here i am. here you are. let's run.
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