Invisible manner of things..
You’re somewhere you don’t belong all the time,
When nothing is right and nothing is wrong
And you can’t decide what to do on your own..
Type signs as a password if you’re on the edge,
Choose route and direction and whisper the pledge .
Get views of the better, hands – upon a wheel
And it doesn’t matter if things seem unreal..
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