Living Worlds For Dying Souls
There is this world I do not belong
To have lived long enough to no more care
Living in a world to forever be gone
Yet to wonder... which place and time I'm there?
It isn't despairing times we have to live in
Simply because we have decided already in mild content
Without needs and wants to set in dreams
Can you not accept that not everything goes to plan?
As the world silently change... we change silently
Are we only to realize when fallen from comfort?
We do not realize we change but we change accordingly
And in accordance indeed when masters becomes the nerd
I wish I knew there is another world I'm going
A world in perfection to cower and hide or exhume with pride
Each of worlds promising in radiance and flowing
The one world to perhaps finally live to finally have died
It is because I have had to no longer have cared
For this one world I do not belong
Another world to believe I was born and bred
Perhaps both worlds I'm forever gone
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