We feel more like boxes and
less like living beings
what's in our nature
what we re deeply dreaming
love feels too excessive
like a cureless sickness
we feel more like boxes and
less like living beings
These days have turned me halfway sideways
and the silence has been drenched with highways
We're damned to detention
from lack of attention
the cycles recreated
our laws unstated
we live on delusions
in a vapid stream
but our caustic minds
will drive cosmic highways

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