Caught in a city where it never rains.
Far away from where the mountain people, stay high,
And my family is questioning me, like,
'have you gotten this out of you yet'?
In a hazy, smoke filled mind.
But what are these?
and I wanna know,
In the wisdom of, the wisdom of obscurity now.
We'll retreat to a remote town,
where we can go far from,
all I know here.
You are an illusion, yea.
What are these?
What's wisdom, is it Antithetical here?
What honest, is it conventional here?
Did we live a life?
Before we entered this sphere?
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