There is no me,
There is no you,
We don’t exist , that is true.
What about them , walking there,
They have lust in every move there,
They exist, indeed, but not here,
They forgot their past, ignore the future,
They have desire out of here.
Hey, what about there,
One running for another there,
Where? Oh there is filth,
Ah, ars amandi,
After all monkeys we are,
Nothing spare.
There is boon of one,
Honesty of another,
And sure no beauty,
See no elegance,
Not, at all!!!
Sorry for the weakness of min,
I can’t see this,
Mere bitter glimpse is enough,
For a storm of sorrow,
A moment of move,
And a century of silence.
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