Desire to rise up made me leave my apex.
For what do we pursue anything?
Is it for a sense of belonging or to assure ourselves of living?
We tend to hold on, fixated on things that never belonged.
If finders are keepers, is anything ever truly lost?
We live on a dust that goes around a speeding bullet,
Why desire a destination whose path is narrow and regret.
If being alone is the fated strength of the kings,
Then cats are truly the queens.
Learn the art of living from feline,
Being human can only get you so far.
True home evades us all our lives and
We try escaping it in death.
So what is living?
Realizing music as a channel to talk with gods.
So what is living?
Knowing death stands next to us every moment, waiting for an assent.
So what is living?
Understanding we are more than human being.
We live in a real world. But.
I'd rather be a dreamer than an optimist.
I'd rather be a romantic chasing the perfect adventure.
I'd rather be the king of my own world.
The salty breeze, the barely lit sky, the elated whispers in solitude.
Makes me feel.
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