living in

Honey asked me what is the purpose of life,
the answer just blurted out from me,

We just happened to have life,
we live, and then we die,
just like that
it makes no difference to the world.

But relations, make it never the same

I thought of the question, and the answer,
and believed to believe in believeness

Reason to be,
is the reason you make, to be
is about believe
and dream is to believe
and belief is to dream

What is the reason to be moved


and what not to be


something changes


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