The dreamer relaxes in lost days
swallowed whole by the longing
Lost in a world where love is illusive
the struggle everywhere
Discontented on empty human boxes
wishing for the future
Praying in the abandoned junkyards
emptiness has it's charm
Centuries of anchoring
people who prefer to be adrift
On a path somewhere
that promises freedom
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