A man who dreams of everything, has entirely nothing
It all seemed so very possible once upon a lonesome time
Now but left to run avid and wild around, utterly lost inside of, his creative mind – these bone-dry walls are no use to anyone
He just needs to remind himself of this
Least of all him
He screams when he speaks, reeling to a silent point, seeking everything whilst gaining next to nothing
An incredible jarring of what does get to go on right back up inside
At least let that one final breath breathe its last breath
These memories are fleeting
For it’s all that you got

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