‎Thursday, ‎September ‎04, ‎2014

To the people of this time, do not mind
The path I have longed have been gone in delicate drive
Now i’m just a limbo in this pathless highway
Like a rolling stone, I roll naked high and dry
For sensibility question, you would rather have my absences
Cause its the mind, I keep losing in the news
Now only the heart that desires misery
And here this moment is done in maudlin
I keep no moment that has no you.

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