Parasites


I could feel all around me moving in a fast pace.
That momentum wasn't fullest, mechanical and bare.
No humans have an urge to see "the sea".
Being parasites, these cyborgs exists
Without life in this cold desert.
My eyes ache for an utopian
but couldn't find any.
Frozen hearts seeks for colours.
Mundane daily chores, search for money,
power and luxuries couldn't earn the pleasure.
When do one finds the essence in life?
I think it is when one could find "the sea " at a glance.

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