with friends surrounded I sit and wait while listening to these familiar melodies written by some different minds but in some way still the same I can't really grasp it yet why everything we've tried to live for was such a futile thing that in less than a decade falls with the same system from which it had spawned but that was yesterday and now I lie in bed and close my eyes where everyone still shares the old feelings more intensely than before it's a dream but it's still waking I don't want to look ahead tomorrow may be fine and maybe some more days but once we all are done the bonds we made are broken and so we celebrate the death of our waking years hopes and dreams, illusions, fears and always somewhere inbetween the premonition that one day the "good night" will be final once we all are gone so I hold the line for the silence never speaks such words it is my last refuge although I know it's wrong it allows me to believe that in the end we will emerge together and aliveBirth sign: Capricorn
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