Not passing the noise from ear to ear,
not carrying the cargo from mind to mind,
not pouring the taste from mouth to mouth.
Not imprisoning by justice.
Not punishing by judgment.
Why then are you dancing in your cell of emptiness?
Why then are you buying time which can't be paid for?
Is this your own way to paradise?
Is this taking your breath away?
Outside move. Inside touch.
Outside score. Inside scare.
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