We dream big ships with wealth, we go to the path of material happiness. Your body draws the attention of the mind through the magnet of magical passions, emotions touch the stars in the dreams of illusion. Habits create dopamine while time passes in infinite cycles of karma.
We are small stars that shine under the rain, your eyes bring fire to the palm of my love. We pass through storms of life, we make decisions for our children in the oasis of sand. Through the desert pass the giants of knowledge, in the golden age of materialism.
We are happy in problems, passing gifts and moments of glory - this is the magic of deception that tests us for passing on to a higher level of spiritual development. We have become strong in our weaknesses - Passion has replaced love in sexual rituals.
Habit counts money instead of kisses and embraces, energy passes through the clouds of foggy thoughts while we sit on a pedestal of ignorance. Love is the eternal ideal of immortal souls that sail on the wings of your power - Love is the most beautiful habit of life.
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