Dasein
Dragged down by her own arms and eyes, to the surrounding sheol of the they
Authentic life gets buried in the dirt of averageness, as the world’s prey
She is a being in the world, whose only true life is resoluteness
Especially since she falls into dedistancing, reaching averageness
In the vulgar tomb, psychology and biology cannot give light
Nevertheless, in her grave, she hears the silent call that no soul can recite
(Inspired from reading the philosophy book "Being and Time" by Martin Heidegger)
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