Wind blowing...
Nature piping...
Breeze crushing...
Crows calling..
Sparrows whistling..
What's the purpose of our existence?
My mind is as empty as a vacuum n' lost as a child's
The breeze tastes like velvet to my skin: yes,that's what it said
I feel the indifference;
What's more to life than what my pregnant mind carries?
What if the paths we've chosen...the paths we've toed are just the shadows of another white or black soul's?
What if we were never born?
What if all this is just a dream?
What if reality is as oblivion?
What if eternity has an end?
What's the purpose?
My mind keeps on floating...
In endless circles
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