Lullaby for a stormy night
What are you; an unexploaded dream.
What am I, waiting to be exploited?
Waiting for whom, waiting for when..nobody knows.
Taking the midnight train anywhere leaves you somewhere, but is that the right place?
Are we all looking to be found? Or do we just want to be looked for?
6 billion people walking the earth trying to find and be found.
- What a terrible waste of time.
Yet this is what we do, this is the copper coil of desire that conducts our behavior.
But only what is lost can be found.
The togetherness we seek is the solitude we feel
But is it random? is it scientifically proven?
Can we escape it?
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