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Wildly Mix & Complicated
I could write a song
The extended version:
Wildly mix and complicated, a peculiar sort of concoction. The running commentary in my head continues its ruminations. I’m really not making any effort to stop it going, because I’ve already spent 7 minutes of empty meditating. Ok, I’ll be honest, it wasn’t really empty at all. My thoughts were still coming at me full on. I was just thinking how we’re all chapters of a story. Every human being, tiny as a speck of dust with expressions all wanting to be heard. My thoughts are getting loud and I don’t really wish to stop it somehow.
No need to stop now
No need to stop now
There’s music playing in the background and people scurrying around. Some sort of a life that we’re running for, though we’re not sure for what it is about. We get so used to chasing, who bothers to stopping and pausing? The hustle continues, as our attention loses its fuse. Not sure where we’re all heading but it’s as though no one’s bothering.
No need to stop now
No need to stop now
My thumping heart wants no part of this bullshit fluff. The idea of a golden tomorrow if we work hard enough. I’d rather believe that there’s no tomorrow and there is only now. Now is the moment, now let’s say now.
