if there’s a fleeting in your heart
please do me a favour and chase it

a runaway without a start
can it ever really make it

mystified by long colloquial banter
that you’ll forget about tonight

so shake off that day old doubt
rub your eyes free of sleep

make the most of memories
that haunt you in the dark

cast a stone to the longest river
that eludes you when you hide

sell your bones to the highest bidder
then fill the void with gold

more then often you get lost
when you realize you’ve gotten old

just turn away the fading essence
always leaving a bad taste in your mouth

remembering the only forgotten truth
greatness is never a curse


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