Been sitting on the edge of my bed for hours
Without noticing the paths of the wandering mind
And its whereabouts.
When I sit behind the sun and watch the outcome of the day
As if the human deeds were all a sea of helpless motion in the dirt.
Feel the spark of life as sudden consciousness,
So quickly fades away!
Are we really supposed to feel any other way?
Now is the season of the glowing trees,
We can see but we can‘t talk,
We‘ll play games under brilliant leaves.
Let go…
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