The temporary
My mind runs behind an empty space,
Where it tries to find peace and grace.
It is an extremely unstable zone,
Where everything disintegrate.
There is no way out to escape,
Even if the Sun and the Moon lose the case.
My idea of shapes becomes fuzzy,
Everyone is running busy.
The days linger to night,
The night goes to higher heights.
My barriers are completely mine,
And I feel comfortably fine.
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