I've run a thousand miles to find
Exactly what I left behind.
None of those races brought me peace.
Just chasing something to survive.
However, all these disbeliefs
About having what we need,
About cash, and jobs, and things
They only make me feeling grief.
So nothing matters but the time
When you feel happiness inside
And maybe... honest drop of tears
That goes right down from your right eye.
And if this good or if this worse,
You won't find out all that of course,
Because there's no such concept here,
No black and white, no shame, no fear.
It's all the endless gradient,
And this what matters at the end:
That you have more of brighter parts
Before you'll realize, you're dead.
29.12.2022
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