Years, like lovers've got to go
Passing to give us, another ascendance
Through the next rove
Thorns, spectating our way
Gorgeous abundance, or a poverty and rage
...The end will equate us
How far we are, lost among the tales
Bookstores full of carnal bilge...
Now I recollect, fragments I've lost
I know they will torment me
I know they won't toughen me…
Pitiful on the knees, wretched while we please,
Willing the fables, to become our appearance
Is it what you have, what you crave, what you claim?
You tend to disobey, what is safe, to feel sane
But all gets to the point, when after a loss
Nothing remains the same, nothing avails the sane
Years, under a pile of days, minutes go astray
Wandering is what we do
When we farewell another hope, give another final salute...
One has to live, one has to fall
World goes on...

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