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North by North West

10/1/2014

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A sprawling village of oil and wealth
Dug from the veins of our mothers chest.
We walk to and from
Departures to arrivals
Seeking a piece of wealth built on false principles.

Men and women who look as they do,
Try to get around without talking to you.
Everyone's so busy trying to keep their cool,
That we all end up just alittle more rude.

We all know that dude
Or girl from our past
That was open to everybody
From the first to the last.

What if we were more like that person?
Taking queues from social schools is true,
But being you and liking what you do
Is the dopest way to be.

At least that's according to me,
When I'm living free.
No mental prisons for this G,
Not when he's read the Bhagavad 3.

It's no mystery why I breathe,
I'm trying to connect with what is me.
Distractions are plenty
But one day I will see the one behind the many.

I have already, to a degree
But all the remains is conceptually.
What is it, what did I see?
A world of sense info, all just for me.


Emanuel Caparelli

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