Could see it coming
It's been eternity and glimpse
Or isn't it the same?
When did the Nourish equal Pain
And fair it be, a whimse?
It's you no more
Or You has never been
And why say "You" when it is "I"?
The only thing to do - to pry
But no more chance to lean
You're blind to world
What you receive's a lie
You find yourself lost in translation
How far and close is your elation?
But, once again, it's "I"
So vague is everything
Is doubt now a healthy trait?
When first shoot is however overdue
Can't help be damned and doomed to
Wait, wait and wait.
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