An answer without a question is not an answer
Unfortunately you don't ask and I'm not Deep Thought
Newton's third law of motion said that
An answer without a question is not an answer Unfortunately you don't ask and I'm not Deep Thought
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What am I?
I said I wanted to be someone, a rich man I could have been a dentist, an underwater archaeologist, a nuclear strategist But I once overheard a tradesman asking for the price of a stairway "No such thing as stairs," answered the girl with the golden eyes I giggled along and changed my mind Now what am I? I said I wanted to be someone, a bigger man Well, I could have been a poison master, a wild flower gardener, a god's story teller But no, I'm just a salary man Still, can I be a dancer? So if I can't afford being useful, I can be happy No? So what am I? I'm but a story of accumulated choices Disolved in untraceable causes-and-effects we call coincidences And sometimes fate, or destiny For all the tricks we don't understand, we call magic But eventually, all is systematic In real life we don't have a narrator
We catch a train and sit alone We won't say hi 'cause we've got phone In real life we don't look up Greens and seas are all on the screen And plucking a flower is a lame scene In real life we bid a friend goodbye Doesn't matter if we still have something to say We think, "well, maybe another day.." In real life, we wake up, go to work, go back home And we repeat the seemingly aimless cycle over and over again But it's okay Whether it is a warm gun or a warm mug, Pipe down.. It had been more than two years since I brewed a cup of Jamaica coffee myself because it is quite rare and local roasters don't sell the beans. Yesterweek, a friend brought me a 243 grams of it. I won't claim that it's the best coffee in the world. But subjectively, it's my favourite. The smell is pleasantly nostalgic.
I'm a child of the universe
A soul floating underneath the atmosphere A thin spirit drifting over the sea I'm the flesh trapped in a certain dimention A dweller of no land A citizen of no nation I submit to no custom, to no tradition No tribe, no race, no ethnic, no clan No superstition, no religion I'm no one's daughter I'm nobody's lover I'm a slave to no emotion I'm in all, I'm in no thing I belong to nothingness I belong to allness |
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