It's a little bit funny,
It's a little bit shy maybe.
It's very complicated,
But this is the true road to follow.
Perfectly imperfect,
I'm shy but excite.
Come with me in the road,
The path of wisdom.
Hold the line,
Can hurt the plane.
I know you can,
Hold the line.
No, I'm going to take the river.
No, I'm not going to be in cry.
No, I'm gonna take the river.
No, I'm not going to be in cry.
No, I can follow the true path.
No, I can't give up to the path.
No, I can follow the true path.
No, I can't give up to the path.
You can follow me,
Follow the history.
Oh, you can explain this free,
The path of wisdom.
Why do you drink? Why do you do it?
Why do you live like this?
Do you explain to me?
Even I wonder which way to go.
Why think? Why?
We are some tiny shits.
We are nothing, but we all allow ourselves.
Find the problem...
Thank you for playing your part,
On our path of wisdom,
Path of wisdom,
Path of wisdom...
What is the path of wisdom?
I do not know either, no.
I've been looking for her,
For a long time...
Open the window, I'm waiting.
I feel the wind in my hair.
Goodbye humanity,
I'm heading for the path of death...
Embracing the path of transformation, the world unfolds before us in ways we never expected. The winds of change sweep through our lives, carrying with them both uncertainty and the promise of renewal. It's a journey that beckons us to step away from the familiar, to shed the layers of complacency that have shrouded our existence.
As we stand by the open window, the cool breeze brushes against our skin, reminding us that change is constant, and evolution is inevitable. The path we've chosen is not without its challenges; it's a little bit chilly, sending shivers down our spine as we confront the unknown.
The warmth of the past still lingers, but the allure of transformation pulls us forward. We navigate the intricacies of change, confronting the complexity of emotions and decisions that come with it. It's a journey that demands introspection and growth, as we peel back the layers of our former selves to reveal the core of our being.
With every step, we leave behind the comfort of the familiar, venturing into the uncharted territories of our destiny. The path of transformation is not linear; it's a labyrinth of twists and turns that demand resilience and adaptability. It's a journey that invites us to evolve, to embrace the new and let go of the old.
As the wind whispers stories of those who've walked similar paths, we're reminded that our journey is part of a greater narrative. The challenges we face, the choices we make-they contribute to the collective tapestry of human experience. Our transformation is not just personal; it's a ripple that extends into the world around us.
And so, we embrace the chill that accompanies this journey, for it is a reminder that growth requires stepping outside of our comfort zone. As we venture deeper into the unknown, we do so with the understanding that change is the catalyst for progress, and transformation is the road to self-discovery.mation, the world unfolds before us in ways we never expected. The winds of change sweep through our lives, carrying with them both uncertainty and the promise of renewal. It's a journey that beckons us to step away from the familiar, to shed the layers of complacency that have shrouded our existence.
As we stand by the open window, the cool breeze brushes against our skin, reminding us that change is constant, and evolution is inevitable. The path we've chosen is not without its challenges; it's a little bit chilly, sending shivers down our spine as we confront the unknown.
The warmth of the past still lingers, but the allure of transformation pulls us forward. We navigate the intricacies of change, confronting the complexity of emotions and decisions that come with it. It's a journey that demands introspection and growth, as we peel back the layers of our former selves to reveal the core of our being.
With every step, we leave behind the comfort of the familiar, venturing into the uncharted territories of our destiny. The path of transformation is not linear; it's a labyrinth of twists and turns that demand resilience and adaptability. It's a journey that invites us to evolve, to embrace the new and let go of the old.
As the wind whispers stories of those who've walked similar paths, we're reminded that our journey is part of a greater narrative. The challenges we face, the choices we make-they contribute to the collective tapestry of human experience. Our transformation is not just personal; it's a ripple that extends into the world around us.
And so, we embrace the chill that accompanies this journey, for it is a reminder that growth requires stepping outside of our comfort zone. As we venture deeper into the unknown, we do so with the understanding that change is the catalyst for progress, and transformation is the road to self-discovery...
(Reprise)
It's a little bit freezy,
It's a little bit die maybe.
It's very complicated,
But it is the false road to follow.
Perfectly imperfect, It's the words to describe,
This horror in front of me,
This feeling irritates me.
Don't do crazy, Live and don't leave this.
The opportunity to live is unique,
Don't waste it like me.
And losing, the death,
Can see you're losing,
You're losing...
You leave me alone,
You left me with the devil.
You leave me alone,
For you, I will have a smile,
For smile, for smile, for smile.
No, I'm going to take me relive.
No, I'm not going to survive.
No, I'm gonna take me relive.
No, I'm not going to survive.
Don't do maybe,
Death and don't leave this.
The opportunity to death is a shit,
Don't waste it like me.
Don't do crazy, Live and don't leave this.
The opportunity to live is unique,
Don't waste it like me.
Can you not become a ghost?
We won't be able to move.
Too, don't come to hell.
Devil is waiting for you,
For the blasph-hell.
Running!
Oh, let me go!
Taste! To do the windy spare!
To live into the hell!
Are you kill or be killed?
It's a little bit freezy,
It's a little bit die maybe.
It's very complicated,
But it is the false road to follow,
But it's the path of death.
But it's the path of death...
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Strange Days - Collection of Poems
PoetryFor a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label as lifeless words. It's this attri...
