Life is empty
But full of commotion
Happenings, events and funerals
People are dying and
Some others are being born
And in between where most of us are
Time passes by like the sun and
The moon
The Great Commotion
New Skies
Outside and inside
What we are
What we could be
This is it
This is now
Still changing into
Something different
Not like now but still
We are never the same
We never enter the same
River twice
The sun shines
Whatever happens
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Passing By
Looking out of the window
Seeing the clouds passing by
Covering the pale blue sky
Makes think of why I left you
That bad night
Instead of taking the fight
But losing fights has been my life
And eventually you get tired of it
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Underground Backroom
Falling down
From the sky
Back to the dirty
Backrooms of the world
Not being cleaned
For years
Only the memory
Keeps me hopeful
