It's when all fails that we wonder:
We can be at the verve of the abyss, staring at the bottom, or at any given garden, just laying naked by the pool, but, it's when all dreams fail, plans sink, future futures, that we begin to wonder:
We can be at the verve of the abyss, staring at the bottom, or at any given garden, just laying naked by the pool, but, it's when all dreams fail, plans sink, future futures, that we begin to wonder:
As hard as it is to understand, we are not the ones strapped to the pole, avoiding, trying not to listen, shouting above all sounds with our eyes shut, gesturing violently, clenching our teeth, clenching our fist with nails carved to the skin, just wishing that all goes away with a new wind... No.
As hard as it is to understand, we are the ones that sing, and the pole, is empty!
As hard as it is to understand, we are the ones that sing, and the pole, is empty!
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