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I am standing in a desert

Trying to hold the sand

In my hand...

Little that I know...

The harder I fix my grip.

The more it slips away...

I am searching for an oasis...

Any form of life....

To prove that I am still sane

But I can

Life is a moor< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

Shallow and dull

However hard I try to paint

The colours are washed away in my tears

There is no obvious reason

No relative meaning for existence

My hope has started to wilt

It wont be too long before it dies up forever

Wise men think

Fools over think

What a fool I am?

Because I never know when to stop thinking

Compromises and complications

Are parts of life

My life is a part of them

Complex and compromised

Reasons