Sometimes I feel like an old one,
As like I have lived many lives
As like I have died many lives
So, then, I just like to stay at home
And take short naps in my bed
Then I pick up a book,
And read some pages
Then again
A warm nap fades my eyes away
revise the lines of book, as my eyes are closed
As I am floating in a little warm nap
That's the way sometimes I pass all my day
like to stay away from every thought
Every feeling
Ever body
don't feel sad, don't feel happy
feel so good, so warm so present, so pleasant.
feel as I am my own child, my own mother.
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