What he has already tried
And seen
Some don’t experience in life
Although he’s young
His brain and soul is no longer fresh
His flesh
Was already touched and tested
Arrested
Is his freedom
The feeling of it coming,
The sense of time that’s running
Is killing
No longer thrilling
Are those sparks, explosions
Of temporary animal emotions
Soul’s passion, that’s what he’s searching
Just one who sees same colours, who’s not forging
Smiles, words…
It always hurts
Please go
Just leave
Do so
19.12.2007
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