Warmth of the enclosed area never leaves,
even when the water surrounds the outside walls and flows down the glasses.
The limited space with overly small dimensions ceases the walking.
With the items scattering around all over, the mattress seems better.
Dirt on the floor, dust on the things,
the clean air is forgotten and the light never shines the chamber.
The distance to the stop is made up of countless steps,
and the unbalanced path forms unknown barriers to the newcomers.
The waiting is blank, the rushing is necessary.
The grey ground smells different, the white buildings look new.
Finding a place to rest posts a challenge and food can never be satisfied.
Money flows away in an unreasonable fashion,
the way of living ends with one word- endurance.
Change to something never happens,
isolation remains, in the chamber of ambitions, in the world of reality.
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