The previous night, I surfaced onto a realization,
naive and complicated :
This man made earth and this man made
space, all the deadly atoms vying against this virginal heart,
as if there is a sense of nothingness in air and as if
there is nothing but trade going on, some trade of the virgin hearts.
The time is relative, so is my motion :
You run, I run.. we run.
The happiness lies in the sorrow, and the sorrow
lies in the happiness, this chain is the binding oath.
Here is where the sampling blossomed, if I
wont be happy, I wont be sad either.