My Question

Location

Staying up afterhours

Jazz beats and rhythms filling the air

These white walls

 

Pondering Pondering Pondering

Why Why Why

Where...

 

The world

Society

People

 

These things

A part of of mine existence

Through the back of my eyese

 

Observing the infinity

Laid reluctantly before me

The Path

 

The way

Salvation

Hell

 

Which of these

Is a part of my true being

A road of a means to an end

 

 

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