Pasts full of things

Houses full of stuff

Monuments to the dust

Destinies we seek full of material lust

Because flesh is weak

Hearts close over time

Our spirits thrash about as we decay

We avoid pain and dull our minds

We become oblivious to the signs of life

We are computerized

We run on automatic

We wake up

We work

We suck up all our fears and insecurities

We sometimes forget what really matters

We sleep with depression

We sleep after exhaustion

We sleep until years have passed by and we are no longer who we used to be

Some of us want badly to leave a footprint, the rest don’t even walk

With memories we can’t delete and blood pumping instead of wires

We can feel

And if we can feel we can always feel better

The past and stuff doesn’t matter


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