The clock is ticking,
slowly, steady,
nothing moves
but all is set in motion.
Yesterday’s today,
and today is tomorrow.
What is the point?
Who is there to tell me?
Anybody here?

The day is almost finished
although it’s early in the morning.
Seasons change,
so do our hearts.
Who is gonna tell me
what to do and hope for?

Are there any answers?
Or just more questions?
Excuse me, God is not my will,
I don’t expect salvation.
My soul had died
before I was born.

Lines and more lines,
word after word.
I live in a fantasy world.


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