The seventh day, a positive start.

I wrote a song out of frustration last night,

enough inspiration, it wasn’t that hard.

I don’t think they mean it well,

charlatans with expensive spiritual solutions

that supposed to drag you out of hell.

Discovering the hollowness within your soul,

instead of the emptiness of your wallet.

Worldly problems are not solved by guardian angels 

or you, being part of a dancing enlightened shoal 

Back home from a so-called healing retreat.

The world didn’t change nor disappear,

reality can be a provoking monster,

taking you down in a single heartbeat.

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