The sun, the sun,
How silly it is to the moon, the moon.

But without the sun, the sun...

The moon will not appear
Beautifully in the night, the night.

There is a shape
A certain patterns
We've constructed
A system we've decided
How we should follow
And do as it is repeated

It has come and form again
A flow required
As our nature perceived
This is a cycle like endless circle

Sometimes I question
Why must we build it to have it followed
Why can't it be disform and how we formed it
And why do we do it this way

And somehow that is the only way

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I found a way out

The Only way out
You will never find in the system
Step out and you might find your way out

Overridden
It is a cycle like endless circle
It is the nature of our deepest calling
In the system that do not answer

It is shaped in phenomenon
An Intelligent Designer constructed

A choice for us to follow

The pain we cannot escape.

The pain so sweet with
Love we cannot escape.

The pain held merciless has been expelled.

Love is extravagant.
To her, Love is vague.
Love is like an ocean
and she is drowning to survive.

Gentle soft Love, so quiet,
it's onerous to hear out.

Quieten oh life to hear out.
Take heart.

A fear,
clueless of its phobia name.

A fear,
for losing a pack of chips.

A fear,
for opening to what will end.

A fear,
of ending a pack of costly chips.

A fear,
of having no pack of chips in the cabinet.

A fear,
of missing chips without a notice.

A fear,
that disappear once you open a pack
and restore new ones back into the cabinet.

Omnipresent

You want what you see
Hypnotised