Thinking Grasps Reality
As times have grown yet still unknown the boundaries of our excistance, we are all alone. From death to birth we remain on the earth to understand what our life is worth. Midlife crisis, cuts and gashes, midnight sky curs, and turns to ashes. Is it a dream? Or is it a lie? From what I have built up, Im going to die. Thinking grasps the loop of which reality sways, back and forth in our dreams confusing my days.
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