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Attuned are we to sense our environment, sense the emotions around us,
sense the loneliness that dwells within us...
Immersed in the world around us, in the masses, in the environment we fail to call are own..
Thrust is the house in which we are forced to make a home…
Thrust upon us the gift of life…
A life so beautiful, so burdensome, so limited...
Beautiful are the people we encounter
Beautiful are the tracks people leave…
Forever engraved… in our minds, hearts and being…
Burdensome our existence…
Our very being attuned… brings to surface the torment, fear and anxiety
Our anguish… the actuality of our being here…
Helpless in our state…
Despair… the loss of all hope…
In a life of significant meaning… A life never lasting…
Fleeting each day, hour, minute, second…
Born to die… and forgetten
A tainted soul forever lost…
idlely lost in an abyss of futile torment
Elation, forever a fantasy…
Vainly striving…
Submerged in an ocean of mirages…
In a desert of wretchedness…
In the water I see my life reflected…
Clearly, clearer, cleansed
sense the loneliness that dwells within us...
Immersed in the world around us, in the masses, in the environment we fail to call are own..
Thrust is the house in which we are forced to make a home…
Thrust upon us the gift of life…
A life so beautiful, so burdensome, so limited...
Beautiful are the people we encounter
Beautiful are the tracks people leave…
Forever engraved… in our minds, hearts and being…
Burdensome our existence…
Our very being attuned… brings to surface the torment, fear and anxiety
Our anguish… the actuality of our being here…
Helpless in our state…
Despair… the loss of all hope…
In a life of significant meaning… A life never lasting…
Fleeting each day, hour, minute, second…
Born to die… and forgetten
A tainted soul forever lost…
idlely lost in an abyss of futile torment
Elation, forever a fantasy…
Vainly striving…
Submerged in an ocean of mirages…
In a desert of wretchedness…
In the water I see my life reflected…
Clearly, clearer, cleansed