Pursuit.
Pursuit. Every action in a fraction of a second here is genetically real Mysteries and miseries of yours can never be extraterrestrial The bond with the gravity with mortality is the fact, though cruel Escape from the agonies to ecstatic level is ever a playful will. Why fear and crave for psychedelic life of only sybaritic ploy You can never be alone in this paradise to enjoy licentious joy Life is simply a cyclic repetition of birth, growth and death Merely being alive with the senses intact is the absolute truth. The joy that jerks and lurks on us often dearly but rarely The sadness that mocks