The story did not have a beginning
For it was always a continuation
Of another’s end
The story did not have a beginning
For it was always a continuation
Of another’s end
Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy
He sat on an elevated chair
Screaming at his subjects
Feed me
Alas the king was a child
The little child hides
Scared from the outside
Where the air can touch his skin
So he stays hidden within
And you age
Forgetting
That you are the key to your cage
The difference between you and me
Boils down to geography
I was born somewhere far beyond your sea
And so you see me differently
…
The difference between a citizen and a refugee
Is just
Another disaster of this world I see
Miles define who we are and who we can be
…
If you weren’t born where you were
Who would you be?
The things you were dying for
Are the things you don’t want anymore
They say there are no boundaries
At the bounds of imagination
But all they can see
Is that path that was already taken
My pieces that gathered to make me
Often say
Help us to help you through another day
…
Never give up!
Soon the picture will be so misleading
That you won’t recognize it was you
Digging
Nails full of dirt
Trying to find a magic spell
That was lost
Losing my sanity
Despising gravity
Then I remember
I wrote the spell once before
I can rewrite it once more!
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Reality v.s. Dream
One you dared one you did not