Just A Refining Process Of Thoughts and Words.

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Fleeting
time
moments
existence
it is all
existence
fleeting
it is all
a river of moments
rolled into something
everything'
and not anything
all intertwined
love
existence
memories
then it becomes
a cycle
all around the region
with not anything '
however everything
no time to hold
no time to reflect
all simply steps
you then definately need to forget
as a substitute you remember
the ones fleeting moments
moments in time
time after time?
perhaps you then definately wake up
however but your eyes are nonetheless closed
continually you try and remember
you then definately need to forget
is it even really well worth it?
purpose
it is all a purpose
perhaps a journey
or become all of it a lie
of all of the time
of desirable times
fed to you through a person else's memory
of awful times
of any time
time
are all of us simply an illusion
are all of us simply dreaming
have we even woken up
did we even live'
does existence even exist
does some thing exist
did we begin at all?
do those mind ever come out
does it ever emerge as real?
then
we need to ask
what's real
what's
is all of it only a dream
a person 's dream
are we even real
doess it even matter
is there even matter
what's matter
then it stops
all of us take a pause
take a breath
breathe
simply breathe
voices
voices withinside the head
burdened shouts
what's matter
a jumble of words
emotions
unrecognised
however recognised
bah
then the region is going quiet
...
useless nonetheless
like a wind swept plain
not anything however grass swaying'
again and forth
are all of us simply aside of something
miniscule in a person 's sonata?
then time
or no time
now no longer sufficient time
in no way sufficient time
an excessive amount of time
spent?
fleeting
fin