Monday, 25 July 2011

This is my own hidden garbage.

I am a muse
I am a mutant
I am the child who pretends he doesn't care
The overcast sky, seems threatening today
But I enjoy dancing in the rain--, ok, not really.
Sometimes the world seems to be a big dull dream
and it feels like I'm the only one who's real
to deal with all the paradoxes messing with my brain.
I will gain nothing.

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