I have this song,
this secret...
few friends know its tune.
It changes -
ripples and rises,
falls and trembles
with my day.
This song,
will come to define me,
or so I fear...
My special song
so melancholy
yet simple and elegant
...for once.
It is in this secret song
I find my comfort,
my broken-heart rests.
As it passes my lips,
like whiskey or gin,
I burn and cringe.
I know what it means.
To me, I know its words.
I know its original design.
This inner fire,
the numbing sensation,
all clears a path.
And aftermath
is heavenly.
The stillness
of the whirling mind.
The darkness
and depth
dreams
- lost dreams
In this song,
my heart,
my soul,
my understanding
and love.
I find me there.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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