The Reason Of Existence Is Itself Misplaced. Strolled the romanticism the wilderness we sauntered never had I thought I could shatter u that real or was it just u left for your own daydreaming I walk the lanes not a tear now trickle down how could have I not loved you when just the beam gave a million reasons it’s hard to comprehend the reason of existence is itself misplaced street dust to the juvenile my subdued track, the wheezing zephyr hide and seek, the ice-cream parlor random men by the wayside dusky nights, couch in the lounge headset, the college parchments that little infant ;epitome of heaven strike the poignant smile void seems every instance lived true the reason of existence is itself misplaced If only you could consent to listen was it a bond so inconsiderate could you look beyond the make-up disgust to doubt that it was all false it’s hard to call on, harder to quench the flames moments you gave, the recollection relished frequen...