This is the wrong start for a tale The coldness in a dream And the creeping dust that only tries To show no one from which it feeds Find your place then change it It could mean anything While time is ticking for no reason Just an inherited instinct That without a further thought Is sold as it is bought Security so bittersweet Makes me wonder why so few can see That there's not much behind The lines that litter our lives Even less to them than to me And the descent I do describe in mineBirth sign: Capricorn
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