My Dearest Enemy
Where do I go from now?
I forgot to teach myself again.
Where do I stand and how?
In this endless, tiresome game.
I learned to love my enemies,
And hate my friends,
Learned to control and manipulate,
Those who I can offend,
But on every step I take ,
I always wonder how to haunt for luck,
Before the lucky haunts me and I'm mocked.
Got the pistol but few bullets to shoot,
Also lacking the courage to chase you;
I'm not afraid: don't yet judge this as a lie,
I'm just choosing between your back and side.
Ignoring time and signs is just a waste,
The metamorphosis has to take place:
Here comes the gasoline, the spark, the wild fire,
The innocent, the blinded witness, and the file liar.
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