I used to linger near the palaces of opulence
Now I left them for less than a pittance
I no longer hold on to any faith
As I long to reach for Nirvana of Reasons
I have lived past the fifty thousandth reincarnation of Lucy
Why every 'new' sensation still shudders my back?
I have almost reached oasis of tranquility
But my mind is stirred by the lost of Passion
O elusive self, where do you reside?
Invisible mind is trying to hold on to the tangible in desperation...
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