What seems to be so special
about these days?
The mornings are so long,
and the nights are so weak.
A matter of few days,we talk about
and deep down there’s no end.
There are different kinds of people
Some grabbed the books for pleasure,
where a few learnt how to cook,
Most of them are fuckin busy with
......
This feels clamped.
Clustered and crinkled.
I wonder often,"Is this how the world will end?"
Not with a bang but with a whimper?
When humans are too sick to comprehend?
Is this the price for overloaded karma?
Is wiping out humanity the answer?
Or maybe it's I who is going too crazy to rationalize.
I once read a story about a man
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This feels clamped.
Clustered and crinkled.
I wonder often,"Is this how the world will end?"
Not with a bang but with a whimper?
When humans are too sick to comprehend?
Is this the price for overloaded karma?
Is wiping out humanity the answer?
Or maybe it's I who is going too crazy to rationalize.
I once read a story about a man
......
What seems to be so special
about these days?
The mornings are so long,
and the nights are so weak.
A matter of few days,we talk about
and deep down there’s no end.
There are different kinds of people
Some grabbed the books for pleasure,
where a few learnt how to cook,
Most of them are fuckin busy with
......