Maybe to you
Along the field of the burnt, along the meadow of nothing I can’t help but to roam
I settle down, down maybe for a second or more but I just feel .. Oh.. I long not for home
Deep in the core of me, deep in the sense of all that is of one’s emotion
I am nonexistent, no more but I still see that inside me, maybe some commotion
I can’t help but to seek the way in-between the sea and the sky
But I have no desire, I know but I cannot feel but along this line, I care not to die
I feel, I hope,
I dance, fail to cope
I can’t find a reason to stay true
Not to them, her, nor him but possibly.. maybe to you
Lex
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