When outside and in there is nothing
the void of things
the lack of meaning
crushing joy
where will you seek your relief
hard long days that don´t sustain you
What sacred bond would you form
outside yourself to satiate your inner emptiness
Among the error and frustration
the brush and weed obstructing your path
where will you find the blade to cut down the overgrowth
How will you sharpen it on your way...
To a city you don´t even know exists
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