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I wonder over,
over the glass,
of this cold window,
what could I be.
I see my reflex,
I see the lights over,
of a world changing,
and a me, still asleep.
I forgot much of me,
I forgot to call,
I forgot to take myself,
go out in search of gold.
I'm not a monster,
one that keeps its own dream shorter.
I'm not a monster,
not what I deserved,
in the time lost,
in the damage done,
in cries of a past gone.
What could I be,
a song says,
but I shall go on,
and let me be,
be something more.
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About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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