my libido calls,
scattered across the universe,
the calling must fall.
In the fall or in autumn,
depressions are high,
leaving turning a different colour,
leaving people to sigh.
Sigh out of grief,
sigh out of relief,
Sometimes just a lonely sigh,
and other times writer block they believe.
I believe in insanity,
and in love at first sight,
how and when it happens, i dont know,
like a railway fist flight.
Fighting is a necessity,
fighting is a crime,
but if you prove yourself,
fighting proves your in your prime.
Prime numbers bother me..
the irraticity of its existence,
like love and hate and emotions,
all irrational in their perceptions.
Rational - irrational,
hope and dreams and the want to fly,
freedom is our birth right,
freedom is our will to survive.
Survival of the fittest..
cliche's everywhere,
death as an end or a beginning,
Thoughts will haunt us.. as idleness is in the mind's lair.
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