Sound VIII: We fools live in hopes and future!

We fools live in hopes and future!

But I know not what they’re,

And I also live in hopes!

It’s quite indefinable;

It’s a fusion of romance, lost love;

Loneliness and something

I know not.

I’m not lonely when I talk or sing loneliness,

I’m, when I feel the absence of my soul with me.

I need my soul, to be with me all the time, until

The end of my life.

Soul, the god of mine and the omnipotent of my ‘self’,

I want to fly high and drop myself down,

The vivacity of my soul takes me far high from the

Misery of the world,

Where everyone wears masks and paste a smile.

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