In the trajectories, in the memories somewhere I have lost myself.
What I seek, where am I leading.
In my silence, in my chaos, my mind is blank. What's my purpose, what is actually my substance.
Everything is so misleading.
Love is a farce, lust tinglingly crass.
Nothing makes any soulful meaning.
The wheels of life derails once in a while
But I move on
With my destination remaining obscure.
What I seek, where am I leading.
In my silence, in my chaos, my mind is blank. What's my purpose, what is actually my substance.
Everything is so misleading.
Love is a farce, lust tinglingly crass.
Nothing makes any soulful meaning.
The wheels of life derails once in a while
But I move on
With my destination remaining obscure.
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