Shut eyes
Dancing feet
Moving fingers
Easily I breathe
Like a second's needle
Of the watch
I move periodically
While enjoying
My stagnation
Fooling the world
And
Ditching pressure of
Materialistic things.
I flow like a wave
Furiously beautiful
Yet without
Any pressure
Or effort
I'm neither a
Needle of clock
Nor a
Wave of a sea
I'm just me
Weirdly cute
And
A bit confused.
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