It Was All a Dream
In the mind of men,
for his achievements
he want to be able to congratulate himself
for having gone through the hard work, discipline,
motivation, just for it to dawn on him
it's rewarded with realization.
Man is a chaotic mess of sensitivity,
running away from the chaotic mess.
Realization is, he never can.
What does it mean that you can't do anything about it.
The wind sings it loud and clear,
Nobody hears.
The wind say, the reason you can't
do anything about it,
sweetie, you don't exist.
Images are just images
reflecting on the moment.
It's all an abstraction,
flying away with the wind.
It was all a dream!
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