broken memories like a midnights child,
shards of mirror fragments run in rivers wild,
uncertain truths of a subconcious style-
I've run for miles but always past the same scene,
dejavu questionings of "what does it all means?"
banal day dreams of a replica panoramic
I stand still - static.
Life's a tragic comedy - no need to panic!
(no time to damn it)
It's one long siberian train ride
flashing through day break to the suns demise-
pinkpanther
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