In a parallel universe

What if indeed... fate, love, time, separation, loneliness, life, death, time, happiness, smiles, tears, words, joy and mornings... it's all different! If your day is like yesterday, doesn't that mean you are dead? If your tears are no sweeter than yesterday's, are you in hell? If your laughter is not more sonorous, are you in a dream? There is you and what surrounds you for you! Why and why ignore the phenomena, events, opportunities and life, flowing away so rapidly....

Somewhere, in a parallel universe,
I look at the world through different eyes.
You and I have never met
Days go on for years and years.
I don't know how this is going to end.

Somewhere, in a parallel universe.
The scars are adding to the face
Avoiding ritrites, asanas and ashramas
Choosing the duty of service, ciphers and radiograms
I'm trying to hide from the loneliness

Somewhere in this goddamn universe
I keep telling myself there's more to come!
I mean, normal people live somehow, right?
Here, in a mosaic of halved destinies.
Where the surf depends on the crescent moon

Choose to live, without love, but together.
Hiding ourselves from each other, for crying out loud.
Under the breast pocket, instead of a heart, it's a spork.
God willing, it'll burst into flames. It'll burn out. It'll become a habit.
And in order not to fall off, they frantically baptize...

Somewhere out there in a parallel universe
I've been looking for you all over the world
Like a bloodhound on the trail
Until the last revolution of the planet
As if knowing that we would meet in this one after all.

© Anton Lavrentiev

What if you choose the person over the circumstances? What if you control the circumstances instead of the person? What if you take on the over-achievers with passion and find solutions? What if you conquer yourself instead of someone else? What if living... without the possibility of fatigue? What if to be... happy, without conditions, rules or choices? What if you don't stop and don't choose your paths to happiness? What if you change your destiny by stepping over yourself? What if every minute is a whole life: separate, new, unique? And what if indeed...?

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