The problem thrives
as you go by
every possible solution
With words at rest
the sun sets in the west
and there's nothing but a foregone conclusion
Every eye blinks
with sudden confusion
as every tear
                      f
                        a
          ­                 l
                             l
                               s
slowly
there's no restitution
Your story
from beginning to end
has a horrible fate
that you try to avoid
but you're always too late
You feel your pulse racing
heart beating faster
you begin stumbling on every word
Lingering soul
a wanderlust mind
the concept of time does not exist
or at least that’s your wish
Then it’s over.

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