I often get this feeling
That living is much more than what I am doing
That I should be following my passions
and not my small desires
I would like to stand still
In the midst of everybody rushing here and there
And slowly and slowly
My Layers of artificial existence would fall off
A true me would then emerge
That living is much more than what I am doing
That I should be following my passions
and not my small desires
I would like to stand still
In the midst of everybody rushing here and there
And slowly and slowly
My Layers of artificial existence would fall off
A true me would then emerge
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