Caught in this net of time,
the restless nights create a paradoxical paradigm.
Caught in this head of mine,
chasing after false hope that imitates the divine.
Caught in this reality of ours,
staring at the stars until we snap back into the lonely bar's guitars.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
Caught in this net of time,
the restless nights create a paradoxical paradigm.
Caught in this head of mine,
chasing after false hope that imitates the divine.
Caught in this reality of ours,
staring at the stars until we snap back into the lonely bar's guitars.
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