8infinite.

Breathing, living, sleeping, dreaming…

what do we do today?

what do we play?

Is there any chance

to be myself?

Thousand miles you walked around the globe

since you were born.

Million hours you’ve talked, but oh…

you’ve  made no point.

I’ve always wondered, what’s at the other side?

I’ve always tried to stay, to wait and see…

But we’re following to mother earth’s rhythm,

So tell me baby why  we can’t dance to our own beat?

This is not a choice,

it’s how it is.

It never ends.

It’ll never be
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