Once again I’m late
For another deadline
It’s hard to embrace
This trembling violin
Screaming inside me
Wounded to the core
Trying to break free
And to become more
Conscious and open
To everything what may
This melody is holding
Me back from my fate
That’s the way I’m feeling
Rushing through the time
To everything appearing
To everything what might
What may, what might
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