The Change
Rob me of my senses,
push me beyond,
pull me into.
Let everything be one,
nothing full or empty,
one which is all.
But seeing myself pensive,
i realized even i am not,
what i was.
Let it happen,
the movement,
the change.
push me beyond,
pull me into.
Let everything be one,
nothing full or empty,
one which is all.
But seeing myself pensive,
i realized even i am not,
what i was.
Let it happen,
the movement,
the change.
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