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A taste
Cold hearted.
Hot headed.
Blood boiling.
Silent soul frozen in stone,
embedded in
dilemmas and enigmas
ever since I emerged and evolved
to eventually roam.
Who knows when,
who knows why,
no clues to convince
or signs to signify,
only eternal explorations
all throughout time mind and space
but you won't find mine misplaced
or left behind, gone to waste,
best believe it ever since
I got a taste
of total transcendence
illuminating inner landscapes..
I love to get lost there now,
to delve deeper and deeper,
never desiring to reach
a certain destination..
only aspiring to creep
beyond any basic routines of this realm
restricting my being,
invoking internal investigations..
Hot headed.
Blood boiling.
Silent soul frozen in stone,
embedded in
dilemmas and enigmas
ever since I emerged and evolved
to eventually roam.
Who knows when,
who knows why,
no clues to convince
or signs to signify,
only eternal explorations
all throughout time mind and space
but you won't find mine misplaced
or left behind, gone to waste,
best believe it ever since
I got a taste
of total transcendence
illuminating inner landscapes..
I love to get lost there now,
to delve deeper and deeper,
never desiring to reach
a certain destination..
only aspiring to creep
beyond any basic routines of this realm
restricting my being,
invoking internal investigations..
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