I know that things are too absurd And so my life is small sized I'm not going to enter the cold air of time Time that destroys as I hear talk of nothingness I walk with destrout feet I walk with cold feet Yearing to be comfortable by my love; to be warmed The absurdness shivers my life The absurdness is knowing life is absurd Knowing that I know very little, even though I am grabbed with the gift of wiseness (that never matters when it comes to the craziness of emptiness) Knowing that experience is nothing but talk; nothing but someone not being courageous Around I walk Alone I walk Waiting to be grabbed by comfortability Waiting for my love For which I know nothing about I laugh There's nothing else to laught at But myself It's scary to know that if there really is a secret to life, I wouldn't care Because I wouldn't listenBirth sign: Leo
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