If I woke up tomorrow this very instant
how would i know it is me?
is isn’t their anything to tell me any different
maybe something will just awake in side these eyes
hold me down, succumb the threshold I will eventually submit
this new life, much harder than a dream, full of a sense of self-esteem
Consequentially,
you can’t miss something until you had it
all this, mixed with blind faith and a slight chance of dumb luck
It’s constantly in motion, slow and fast, love is just an apparatus
I am no sadist, revolving at each other like gravities void of planets
each day, each moment feels like a sabbath
Until the last day, the friend will turn into a caveman’s mammoth
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