I got lost in vibrato constellations, if only constellations were musical symphonies.
I got lost in painted trees and sewn rivers, if only nature could speak to me as art does.
I got lost in vivid dreams of sex, money and worries, if only reality were not so messed up dreams on certain nights wouldn’t be either.
I’d rather not get lost, but found in the surroundings where everything made sense but yet trying to get there doesnt.
I’d rather prove I’m living through what creativity lays deep within me, then fake the complex, yet simplistic reality of this society.
So getting lost and rather nots are all my visions and purpose of this very moment.
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