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Jan 2018
Warm blankets
Cold thoughts
So many dreams
And so few that I caught

The lie that I lived
And the truth that I missed
The waves that drowned
And the sands that dryed

A plan that wasn't followed
A world that was different
The mind that was tricked

To think through

The perceptions that fell
And the paths that rose
The erroneous conceptions
And the destroyed fictions

The new world isn't
What I thought it would be
The cross on my map
Wasn't what it should be
After all I am lost
With no treasure on my chest
Witless, that quest,
That never was and never will be.
Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JR7MUfxns9c (John Frusciante- Scratches)
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