CLOUDS
The body
Trash, misery, pain, desire, despair
Illusion, suffering,
Where ever we came from
What did we do to deserve this
Nothing is better and nothing is worse
It's all lies trying to find comfort
Blinded to pursue what is best for it
Blinded to think for it
Believing there will ever be enough to it
Never
Never
The body
Source of; misery, suffering, pain
Fear, illusion. It's trash
Can never get enough
And is neither worth any little
The body
When you sit back to listen
To a musician on stage
You wait to hear a beautiful voice
Something to draw your attention in comparison
The body
What is it that makes us think it is worth keeping?
Why is it that we treasure it,
What makes us think it is worth fighting for?
Is it worth fighting for?
Time. Will never be enough.
Why won't it ever be enough?
Especially when it's all about or even
Comes to an end.
Is it even real. What makes it ?
Something's HIDDEN
The cycle repeats itself
The wheel keeps turning
And over and over again
Be it how different it may seem
It all remains the same
Just like yesterday
LISTEN
All there needs to be done
Is listen.
Nobody is any different just because you've got
Something someone else does not have
You are not
Not as long as you have got the body.
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