Lifting the veil
Urges
Open eyes, because of aching hunger, I swallowed air, but nothing happened, five days straight I needed to feed on more than fantasies and illusions. It was time to choose another path than the bed of green wet grass, I had to get up
Mechanical movements, sprouts of pain, I was indeed in no mood for walking, with my blue old shoes in a tangle I got my swagger on, walking through a wasteland of yesterdays papers, nothing else to see but an lonely old shadow hiding in the darken park . Afraid of the sun he was, hiding in the complex world of self deception. Nothing more has to be said about this lonely tune playing in grief for his own sadness...
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