real or not real
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Breezes of the wind, I feel it
Massaging my scalp, tranquil I feel..
My mind, my heart, my conscious, all one
I feel like souring, my soul, my guide
Spreading the wings of my entity, falling to the mercy of destiny
I meet a man today.
I have known him before.
Maybe it was in a past life.
He was a simple man of simple means yet he knew of the world.
He knew about its wonders and its horrors.
