because you have finally reached the point that you cannot do anything regarding the
situation, you go home, sit on your chair
open the window
look at the view of a road that runs to the horizon and dissolves its body there
it is telling you, there is always an end to everything
both good and bad, the ones you like and you do not like
those that make you a rebel and those that make you surrender
you go beyond your gaze at that ending road
shift your gaze to the hills, and the haze where everything seems to be blotches
or smudges of fading colors, dark green
brownish, gray and then nothing
you call it transcendental, going beyond what can be seen,
until you close your eyes and simply feel that darkness within
you must tell them, there is nothing wrong with being simply
a thinker inside the house
where everyone left.
situation, you go home, sit on your chair
open the window
look at the view of a road that runs to the horizon and dissolves its body there
it is telling you, there is always an end to everything
both good and bad, the ones you like and you do not like
those that make you a rebel and those that make you surrender
you go beyond your gaze at that ending road
shift your gaze to the hills, and the haze where everything seems to be blotches
or smudges of fading colors, dark green
brownish, gray and then nothing
you call it transcendental, going beyond what can be seen,
until you close your eyes and simply feel that darkness within
you must tell them, there is nothing wrong with being simply
a thinker inside the house
where everyone left.
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