I tend, to seek balance, no matter the life I live, the heavens, like to complete karma, but they leave room, for infinity, the children go about their lives, they’re doomed to make mistakes, they’re doomed to learn, so many lessons, the agents of the night sky, wait at every corner of the world, on each level of the matrix, give in, give in, isn’t the world a wonderful place, just settle here, see Buddha, slay Buddha, alas, such is life, there is really no need, to try so hard, whatever makes you happy, my baby girl, a baked pie, filled with cream, the river continues to flow, and each part of us, echoes, we can’t help but be ourselves, and the heavens, love it, when we fall, when we push ourselves, pushing so hard, so squishy, so soft, I think I’m in love, art, this great beast, it’s the same no matter where you go, such lovely music, the lovely beat of your heart, don’t deny it, this life, you want to live it, my blood still pulses, as I release the last of it, do you have dreams, follow the rules, follow the road, is it in your heart, a seed has been sewn, it’s doomed to grow, do you have questions, behind closed doors, floorboards creaking, I really, really want to know, signal after signal, all roads lead to Rome.

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