I must run

Life struck me too many times. Maybe in the future I could be a
Like the idea of becoming a musician. Stink as a guitar player. Trying to learn about everybody. Being different of everyone.

spread the news trapped with me all is now

the surroundings have melted with us

can you stand still for a moment, please?

we need to seek for them around

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watch the skies there’s no other one

but there thousands covering our dreams

it looks simple but confusing is now

in a bigger place than imagined is where we are

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it’s a big place inside a smaller one indeed

prowling about dark itself is

but fear must not for ourselves

after all, sources of lights is what we want

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spinning again in the middle strange shapes erode

not by casualty  a micro macrocosm starts

is hidden now for many centuries to decode

but never discovered will be our pasts