I am tired of going
to and fro in this fatigue prone heavy body,
I am tired of waiting for the evolutionary step to come.
I'm sick of chasing after the unattainable happiness and led-on impossible dreams:
thus I have to acquire the principium knowledge of life -
I am tired of this predisposed atmosphere of growing faeces.
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