from the chosen path worlds pass in distant
ways once important now revealed as false
again the fear to go
and the longing for a home
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like a filter always my own projections
on the things that i experience
trying to outrun
the stench of my decay
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living within frames
my memories are frozen
falling apart
my brains are broken
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in the barren fields new domains unveil
where every impresssion is a mountain to climb
put down my last defence
floating, feeling the flow
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sometimes encounters we touch like swords
but as the warmth comes we fade
desires remaining unspoken
the words are lost