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Blandness in surviving

Absent is the surge of strength
Unveiled in phases
I go about
A uniform wave
Up and down
Light still goes on
And darkness follows
To fill in the hollows
Where can there be absolutely nothing?
Where vacuum finalizes its meaning?

At the most unexpected times
Swung around at incredible paces
Or maybe in slow rhythms
We are at the funfair
The theme park
The gentle swing
The rough see-saw
And there is the stock market
At most times I am just bobbing around
These which makes difference in the world

When the middle line comes in to play
So will the natural enemies
Come clashing against one another
As if in perpetual motion
Opposing tides meet
At the centre of every ocean
It never ends
Hot against cold
Water pitted onto the rocks
Assuming the single manifestation of life

Abort in escaping the elliptical orbit
We think inside the circle, and around
Points of cruxes sift in great balances
Would you have enough force
To tear apart the threads of existence
And become an abnormality, a non-entity?
Hmm, every ounce of push you give
The energy you use originates from all else
It would also generate a counter pull
What else would it be but for naught?

Succor, in my palms
Taste mighty sweet indeed
Rain coming down, and the sun coming up
A few lines here and there
Spray on the myriad of colours
Oh and pepper some fine dots all around
What is it that you want?
Whoops what is this?
It seems like everything is blurring
So I continue on, with my old style handwriting

Description
Blandness in surviving

Absent is the surge of strength
Unveiled in phases
I go about
A uniform wave
Up and down
Light still goes on
And darkness follows
To fill in the hollows
Where can there be absolutely nothing?
Where vacuum finalizes its meaning?

At the most unexpected times
Swung around at incredible paces
Or maybe in slow rhythms
We are at the funfair
The theme park
The gentle swing
The rough see-saw
And there is the stock market
At most times I am just bobbing around
These which makes difference in the world

When the middle line comes in to play
So will the natural enemies
Come clashing against one another
As if in perpetual motion
Opposing tides meet
At the centre of every ocean
It never ends
Hot against cold
Water pitted onto the rocks
Assuming the single manifestation of life

Abort in escaping the elliptical orbit
We think inside the circle, and around
Points of cruxes sift in great balances
Would you have enough force
To tear apart the threads of existence
And become an abnormality, a non-entity?
Hmm, every ounce of push you give
The energy you use originates from all else
It would also generate a counter pull
What else would it be but for naught?

Succor, in my palms
Taste mighty sweet indeed
Rain coming down, and the sun coming up
A few lines here and there
Spray on the myriad of colours
Oh and pepper some fine dots all around
What is it that you want?
Whoops what is this?
It seems like everything is blurring
So I continue on, with my old style handwriting