Life for me is like a current thats pushing you towards something unknown towards something that you may not like but you cant help
Like an endless disc that keeps playing itself never stopping for a rest for a breath
Like a perfect symphony that keeps sounding that keeps on synchronising itself within the insttuments
Its a combination of million sounds and the song and the lyrics are your decisions
We are just puppets in a game of titans being controlled til our last breaths being part of giant stories that will then become insignificant
that will only serve as the sole purpose of telling one story and then being forgotten
What purpose are we here to fulfil? Why are we different when we all strike towards the same fate? Towards the same destiny? Towards being forgotten?
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PoetryI locked myself on a prison inside my mind and I dont even know how to escape #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱...
