Every day, falling apart from the crowd,
What life is I am figuring out.
Maybe, I will get to know what I feel,
Maybe, I will get to know who's real.
Having stopped the conversation,
I feel people have nothing to say.
Listening to my sensation,
I understand it is time to get away.
Among the clever ones,
I want to be the cleverest.
Maybe, therefore my body still runs,
Having no rest.
Apart
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