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The Human Tapestry
Sinking in a tapestry of emotions,
Lying on its darkest side,
Not knowing what will happen,
I’m overwhelmed and it feels like death.
Longing for the scent of a woman,
Lonely, seeking synergy,
My life feels like a hollow chase,
Affection always slips away.
Primordial instincts are so wild,
It’s fire never goes away,
Untamed but yearning to stay,
Flowing like rivers through my veins.
Illusioned by my restless mind,
Conflicted inside, always asking questions,
Like a time bomb, the clock is ticking,
Unstoppable, I’m out of breath.
Formless shadows in my mind,
Impossible to control,
Resist them and explode,
Watch them and they dissolve.
I gave in and surrendered,
Perhaps it’s not brave,
The ecstasy is so intense,
Relief is too sweet to trade.
Crying tears of joy,
I just saw magic happen,
Dual but worth the moment,
It has climaxed into a symphony of creation.
Embraced by my own flesh,
A body alive with energy,
Passion flickering in its core,
It’s fire now my own.
Always chasing meaning in the void,
To hold that feeling once again,
For this is life’s true gift,
To think and feel, to move and strive.
Lying on its darkest side,
Not knowing what will happen,
I’m overwhelmed and it feels like death.
Longing for the scent of a woman,
Lonely, seeking synergy,
My life feels like a hollow chase,
Affection always slips away.
Primordial instincts are so wild,
It’s fire never goes away,
Untamed but yearning to stay,
Flowing like rivers through my veins.
Illusioned by my restless mind,
Conflicted inside, always asking questions,
Like a time bomb, the clock is ticking,
Unstoppable, I’m out of breath.
Formless shadows in my mind,
Impossible to control,
Resist them and explode,
Watch them and they dissolve.
I gave in and surrendered,
Perhaps it’s not brave,
The ecstasy is so intense,
Relief is too sweet to trade.
Crying tears of joy,
I just saw magic happen,
Dual but worth the moment,
It has climaxed into a symphony of creation.
Embraced by my own flesh,
A body alive with energy,
Passion flickering in its core,
It’s fire now my own.
Always chasing meaning in the void,
To hold that feeling once again,
For this is life’s true gift,
To think and feel, to move and strive.
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