Why aren't you satisfied?
What is it that you seek?
Why can't you see that it's beside?
It always was within you clique.
How can you be so blind
And yet think you can see?
You're sinking in your mind.
You're saying: let it be!
Not caring what they say,
Forgetting to sit still.
Not listening to those,
Who're telling you to kneel.
Running away from past…
But where will you end up?
What journey's gonna be your last?
And will you ever stop?
08.06.2017
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