Somehow, oh, feeling stripped I am
Of all desires except desire
To have desires.
Too young to stand - too old to run.
I haven't figured out my bet
Forever yet.
What came to me - it makes no sense,
But part of me still strives for more.....
What is it for?
I'm haunted by a shattered Dream,
But is it mine, for more or less -
I couldn't guess.
I'm on the edge, below is mist:
I wish to Fly, but fear the drop.....
So, should I stop?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Wrong
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