Young at heart
Wild at mind
Nihilistic at soul
I think I'm old
We're made of empty matter
Trying to connect
And even merge
But we're doomed
To be to eachother repellent
I did cause much of it
No one really masters 100%
That whole co-creation myth
It's just me when I vent
What can I really do
I don't know
Maybe I'm to damn tired
To even push for a goal
Why can it be readymade
Perfect ticking the needs
I wish somehow there was a miracle
That makes me dwelve only in bliss
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