'Someone tell me where I went wrong, so I can find the words to this song. Please tell me how I was born, with no light to write on.'
Footprints in the dust, ripples through time, when the stars obey our commands, as far as light shines. We are human.
Went out to walk the street and feel the people, hear words that fill me with breath and wonder, to draw inspiration from the crowd. Life.
After a while you admit truth to yourself. You don't have a bad memory, you're just uninterested in remembering many things.
I got nervous when they started leaving me out of trivial office matters. It was as if they were on to the fact that I didn't care.
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