everybody tries
everybody lies
every single one of us, carrying an inner universe
contemplating the sky at times
often facing the abyss in hindsight
from a look to a gasp
from a shook to crystal clear visions
one so gross, one deliciously dangerous
telling us,
'nothing really matters in the end'
then why not try
and lie back instead
you may even be able to enjoy the ride
calmly walking down brand new open roads
touching the clouds in other people's eyes
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