Fatigue that comes from within
This loneliness that ceases life
The painful hurt of guilt
Seemingly numbed and unfeeling
Cold harsh reality sets in
The dampened sun and the heated moon
The emptiness of one's mental faculty
The wisdom of one's absurdity
That which maketh a man
cometh from within
and not without
New products should be placed in new bags
and not old and torn bags
Old stuff in new bags
does not give it new life
but death and pseudo-life.
