Disengage from age and go into a divine world,
I hear a murmur telling me to classify the things I want,
I walk into this world and I see an elf wearing a smolder weskit,
Walking around on the blue and white loops that looks like clouds,
Where am I?
This place isn’t so splendor,
All of all sudden that elf renders into a man,
The smolder weskit disperses and renders into a jerkin,
Where am I?
I quickly tailor to seeing the man,
The man tells me the follow him or I will descend,
You are living life the amiss way said the guy,
Your absurdity isn’t therapeutic,
You’re getting worse,
I want you to forage who I am,
Forage where you are,
Think to yourself,
Where am I?
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