Long stares take you one more up
The flight gives its light
When you can finally trust
Yourself.
But right now,
You're bounded to hell,
Given buckets of water
Of youth from a well...
But I never asked, if you couldn't tell.
Because I can tell for you
These lines, designed by you
Before you recycled,
Recentered,
Relocked,
Everything is rewound,
The winding sound stops.
Something here isn't mine,
But I take it all the same,
Filling holes with the goals
I haven't yet defined.
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