the weight of nothing was having a crushing affect
The Unbearable Lightness Of Being making more sense than it ever had between the pages
What was there to do
He said surrender to the time
loose the structure
then find peace
Decades if pressing matters wore the treads so deep
the wheels spun with nothing to move forward on
What was all the sense in making something from nothing anyway?
Whose time were we waiting?
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