hmm... it's the Samskeyties

or the introverted alcoholics favorite beverages

the ever-looping stories, yet it gets better

 

let your heart fill the icelandic landscapes

feel that unnecessary longing for the eternals

the eternity

the immortal rocks, and the shifting fogs

the ancient hum of the earth

and the whispers of our ancestors

 

let us dig deep into the meaning of our existence

of who we are and where we will go

let Macbeth blow the candle of the brief time

contemplating on the walking shadows

unheard, uneventful

let his death signifies nothing but a tale told by an idiot

 

we're nothing but farmer

of expediency

of the short-term security

laying on the open field

let the pale moonlight bathe our pale skin

secretly revealing our lies to the fountain of ecstasy

 

we're the old souls

examples of failures