People are just beasts, the only way we can find peace, is in the quagmire, under the delusion that we’re human, which is just as well, because the universe is not still, it is in motion, constant flux, live, laugh, love, and wait for opportunity to come to us, the bell rings, game, set, and ride the roller-coaster, all the way to the stars, the river flows, and across the bend, the snake looks back, at how it all starts, wondering if it was worth it, to rebel in search of something joyous, worms squirm, the board may be arranged, according to fate and so many strings, just a cup, a place for a spirit to settle in, are you satisfied with you are, can you accept it as eternities pass, bugs under a rock, welcome home, your heart beats, Rome...

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