Tearing papers, liquid emotions, surrealism
Hair particles left in the palm
Thinkers clock implanted in the mind
Set on wake by thoughts provocation
The body is just good on respond
Reaction, tune in and up on brain activity
Should I ponder or wonder, bewildered
I ask the gods to let me be at peace
Thoughts should be by day as day work
Allow my body to recuperate
To serve the task of day I have to
To slave for my earn I have to
Why tire me constant at night
Denying me fresh as wake
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