Many dreams are lying on
They never come or gone
I just wanted to be a freeman
Not like the others, not as no one.
Dreams in dreamed
While the dreamers are dreaming
Everyone seeking nonconsciousness
To become one who distinguished cogito
That who subsists
Seeking this existential in-ex-culturated stimulating.
But you, my closest friend
Will helping me without the will
Helping me to comprehend with no peril
Thus, shall I come true to your daydreams
So we might reach for knowledge,
Hit the nirvana,
Stay in the stance of necro
And returning from the death
Such as who's coming back on a weekend trip.
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