Not again...
you think you know it, but you are just dancing
in the sea of feelings that you set to bloom
and I can't compete with this, there's no room
for reason in this whirlpool of flowers
of red and yellow, all the colors made ours
all the sounds made soft and lingering
and the thirst is more insatiable by drinking it
what can I do when through me it flows
boiling my blood - I forget what I know
I forget what I’m here for, in this endless sea
and there’s no release as far as an eye can see
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