These foolish dreams of mine drive the rest away. The light falls down ever so slowly and my mind begins to drift ever so lonely. As I lay waiting for the inevitable outcome (of a game lost a long time ago - I am the Player of Games after all) I can't help but wonder... Is this it? This repetition of patterns, this ever turnin wheel of fate, this banality of life?
Some things you can't unsee/this acquired taste and these forlorn stones will haunt you forever. Escape has always been a mirage/the long lost oasis you keep searching for.
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