Where do you get this?
Do you still own it?
Down in the dumps
Lies a treasure..
Don't lose it yet.
It's the time
For a slow breath
Inwardly, you might wonder
If all of this is true..
Hey!.. Accept the reality.
Who should we hold account of?
Don't think into the future
It invokes fear..
What about the past?
You ask me?
Has anyone found solitude in it?
The reasoning always flawed.
It went through us..
Not again dear.

This time it's fresh..
Why experience the same thing?
The new ones are aplenty
It's unsettling, but gives out at the end
Never trying to stall ourselves.
Let's have that urge
To express, present ourselves
Like a nude spirit
The day has to offer
A lot new
We can't hold it anymore
At least here, there's nothing to fear.

The anger deduces
And brings around that chain
Where each one tries
To attain it's purpose
And exist.
Call it 'survival'?
Who cares, what's your name?

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