After all, life doesn't start from the dream you want,
Silk touch illusion, dreaming of lapse,
The crime it causes and the endless waste.
A seven-eyed burial with average seventy rooms,
The one that does not hold the knee ligaments. time,
"It slows down when you wait, it speeds up when you delay".
It is the counsel of lives, the sad face of death,
While prayers, desires and advisor repentance are in the middle,
Who are we who don't call us, who don't call and ask.
Entangling with records does not bring savings,
It will straighten the spine of the visions. time,
"It hurts when you're sad, it gets shorter when you're happy".
Thanks and trace of creation, we are victorious from character,
The art of living is real, we are in the freedom of the road,
Not every fight is a fact to be waged, unfortunately.
Fatigue is a pervasive musten,
The blind will not fill the heart. time,
"It doesn't end when it's in pain, it gets longer when it's bored".
This dystopian scenario that remains in a utopian desire.
Kasım KobakçıKayıt Tarihi : 6.4.2023 06:57:00
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