Miracles.

I am flying to the sun

and I am wondering about the cold life I leave behind.

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Are we damned to always run in this never ending wheel?

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Why, the nights I like to drink the most, are the empty ones?

Why, the most depressing mornings are the ones coming from yesterday’s parties ? 

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Are we just machines operating to reaching meaningless goals?

Is it meaning, the lubricant of our robotic nature?

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They suggest to construct the meaning that serves you

but how can you teach a kid to believe again in Santa Claus 

when is already aware that he doesn’t exist?

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The nights that reality kicks in,

I hold my glass high.

I drink to the cruelness and the absence of meaning of this universe.

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Miracles…

living on a spinning blue round planet,

lost somewhere in the universe,

searching for meaning. 

-The end-

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