I didn't know the eyes could speak,
words just as right, like artistic poetry...
and as quiet as the meditating monk,
can you hear aloud? my undying devotion...
Everything is connecting now,
a life full of struggle, a life full of optimism...
right path, right visions and white lies...
all for serenity and harmony...
Pulled the trigger a couple of times...
I'm still living this puzzled maze...
Most words are without rhymes...
Is writing reality based learnings a crime?
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