With the weight of the words unspoken
With the burden of the dreams that fell broken
Wisdom only grows heavier as we learn
anticipating another fall every time a new step is taken.
The more we want to live the heavier our lives become
Promises,choices and mistakes that we make
respect,love and hatred that we take
like a little sapling grows into a tree
once rooted to the soil,we can never be free.
If time runs in cycles just like mother nature
after an eternity right here is where I will be.
Does not it make life heavier than a guillotine?
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Now imagine for a moment there is no one but you
keep your mortal longings away
find yourself in nothingness that’s true
you’ve no fear and nothing to lose
and you own nothing that owns you.
Get rid of your memory like life will never happen again
no remembrance,no dreams and no Déjà vu.
Life feels so light-lighter than a feather
your mind is free of glitches and your shoe is free of pebbles
there is nothing to hold you back until you realize
the lightness of your life is unbearable too.
Does not it make life lighter than a handful of soil?
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