The time never passes,
only in your world you scrutinize in distance.
The king of your mind plays dirty on your present.
Far it is the day,
you feel yourself suffocate and to encircle from irrelevant shades.
You are not able to go on anymore,
perhaps it is time to ask the change.
You don't change mind on the things and on us.
There is dark inside of you,
slowly you wind yourself inside your halo,
so you will fly over the bars and every wall.
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