MuteMath

Nothing comes good with copying others, It's just a representation of an another imitation

Nothing comes good on finding better answers, It's just like feeding your mental imagination

Were in a very tiny space with a very large freedom but no one even tries to think differently

A song with a very beautiful melody trap beneath the silence of the human standard phantasy

Simultaneously blinded on the roots of lies, listening along on the sweet aroma of illusion

While clowns still smiles at us in the background, This world belongs to the outlaws and artists

That is very true, realization is the answer for all characters in beats, yet we hide on our own masks of disguise. Sad but true all of us are worse than animals, soiled in every inch of our very own soul but none doesn't want to come clean, grinding my teeth while a lot seems to taste smear sweet and sour in every corner in my mouth, hungry for kindness and innocence. One last thing to do would be myself where no one can harm the mind out of infection of colorful notes and fast few wonderful beats

Just wanna be on a state of equanimity where papers are papers and creatures are waters flowing silently in a very riotous microscopic stage, though a big acknowledgement with a rhythm of applause to those maintained the pieces of ballads of symphonies for paltry mute people who are self-directed on euphony.

13/06/19