The world at rest is in a state where possibilities are abundant, the world could be so different if you had done this, done that, we could be dreaming, following any whim and fancy, because mood, we felt like it, but no, the lowest common denominator found us, doomed to be stagnant and plain, like a plateau, because mood, I just can’t get it up, after an eternity, I thought it over, and decided life and the world would be better off, if most of that stuff didn’t make it to the final cut, of this stagnant show, like the waves rippling, but when spring comes, flowers still bloom…

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