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the world is silent,

silently moving

from where i am standing

there's nothing to see

somewhere inside it:

a nobody moving

having a party

and spilling their drink

characters wasting

surrender to think

all innocence gone

to the empty instinct

hedonists hasting

and pacing to pleasure

running around

and then going extinct

something inside

is vaguely colliding:

every existing

is living in me

the moment of life

eternity touches

and mingles with time

becomes all to see

so tell me what is freedom?

what makes a man unique?

contrive for me a reason

to build or buy or eat

comfort or confusion?

apartment or the street?

self is self-defeating

there's nothing here to keep