My ego is extermely ordinary.
But the waves of a future context exists
in a melody of fortune sense.
I excite my sense of living on the edge.
Striking the cobra.
Lifting the hollow brown beneath the ground,
a coffin raises up again!
But no.
No- I'm a travelled wanderer.
I listen to the music above solid pasture.
Because I feel lucky.
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