The riddle of my thoughts
I sleep when I am awake,
find puddles in a lake,
drink what I eat,
and whisper my final goodbye with every jolly greet.
I light matches with a candle,
and with everything to lose and nothing to win that´s when I gamble,
It´s worth being society´s fodder,
fitting out, with no cares and not a single bother.
When other birds fly I walk,
instead of stealing the key I´ll steal the lock
When forgotten I am seen the most,
I only live to remain a ghost
In circles I find corners, and in those I will hide,
and with cut ropes my hands are tied.
answers are the true riddles I learned
and I am the ash of a fire that never burned.
In impossibles I live,
and spite is the only true way to forgive
and worthlessness is the most of value,
and not doing is the best thing you can do.
The best remembered is the most forgot,
and the wisest fools live in thought,
The bravest cowards forget to live,
amd nothingness is the best thing to give.
I am sheep in wolfs skin,
And losing will help you win,
lose your heart and soul to be part of the pack dressed as a flock,
to spend your life pretending, while your seconds run by on the clock.
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