My mind is full with all but nothing. I feel a void and I got nothing to fill it with. I keep myself busy but life passes by. I find myself in the uncommon of the society. And then I wonder…what’s my purpose. .my role here…milions of answers but yet non that will make sense. And so I wait for the right one. In the meantime I try to appeciate every gift called day. I’ve done so many things that I am tired. I’ve loved so much that my heart is a ruin. And yet there still is a long road ahead. No wrinkles yet on my face but so many inside of me.
At the supermarket it all seems a bad joke. All people seem to go in circles. Work shop sleep. Work shop sleep. Like a hamster in a roller. What’s the purpose of those lifes? How do they wake up in the morning I keep wondering myself.
Sometimes in a crowded place with the same type of prople I try to see if there is anyone asking themselve the questions I do. Are we lost in circles?
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