It was such a feast…your movie
Your thoughtful, trash collecting
And helping the poor among the rest
You are maybe a silent hero
But oh you recycled so well
And made it accessible to yourself
Making other account of bundles envied
You are the dark one, the true dark
Maybe bass….always trying to incline to baritone
With high percentage of legal identity
Maybe that is the key to happiness, I wouldn’t know
But you stole the scene
You bombarded mourning with magnificent mood and balance
Piercing the behind the curtain hopelessness
you are hope and that is the heavy disturbance
the unbearable retreat in peace
Who would want such joy?
Who would want a constructive life that accumulates assurance?
Who would want scheduled uncertainty?
Who would want to keep track on parking lot moments?
Unimportant seating areas in a bigger world
But hidden gourmet laborers can create a healthy chaos
So if you are tired of walking
Maybe you should consider to stop and sense the scene
As a fine experience
And let the others do the stripping…
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