life is an arrangement with limits
it’s sneaking in the corners, appearing when we face giving chase to the core tell me what it’s all for what are we in? who gets us out of what? one claims: life is an arrangement with limits. just another question: which way have you decided to introduce yourself? i think i’ll cease talking considering the limitations of speech i play the dumb. living is just arranging with limits living is just arranging with limits what are you talking? where are you walking? where are you stalking? what are you talking? a whole bunch of thoughts that i can’t define i’d like to remain but i can’t cope with time. in regard of those many restrictions in being i should stop working on the problem of choice. living is just arranging with limits living is just arranging with limits