My life is filled with sadness,
My shadows is filled with gladness,
Jung told me so...
Who knows where I need to go?
Move back move forward, what does it matter?
All I hear is constant idol chatter.
Lips moving, no words, like a dream that can only be described by mimicking the strings of a puppet.
Let me erase this past and bring me forward a new. IS that we all need to do?
How many times did I wine the same old line that life was not intertwined with my outcome of actions? There is not only one path but many. Dont use a bath to clean, use the present. Still life is near.
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