Obstacles over minds and goals Little bird flies alone I wish I wasn't a goner But I'm already gone My life is just a foreplay Before I lie with Devil's wife And then I'm back to the oblivion Gone for longer than long Back to where there is no ride or walk Just an old dragon's smog
Line after line I still believe in what I'm lying Line after line Where is it my true sunshine? I'm a joker with insane mind Bloody Voldemort with dark magic In his spine. I crush my own realm out of time, Line after line, wish there was a switch For a second attempt at handling This poem blind.
I am just tired From all that has transpired Some say it's just the way I'm wired But I'd rather say there is a manner The world turns, That leaves us at times with gains And at times with no returns.
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