Those who believe
to bealive
is to be
to exist
is to dismiss
we lay alone
toning out
the enless drone
staring at the stars
watching passing cars
wandering minds
but we never take the time
to bealive
or to be
we exist
but we dismiss
the thoughts of greatness
life has become an abyss
without the myths
tears of aphrodite
thunder of zeus
mounts of olympus
instagrams lies
lonley we cry
but we never look to the sky
never dream
I wonder why
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