The Writing of Life
I take my hand before you
End by end I must write
To keep my life
You go from sharp to dull
In a few scenes
But why aren't you pristine?
Yellow as the sunset
Pink as the sky every afternoon
Are you causing selfish doom?
You do your job every time
Being right by my side
People ask to borrow you
But all you would say is bye-bye!
Lost in a tunnel of a million objects
Sometimes just a wonder
Will appear
Eating into my soul
Crawling into my heart
Nothing can be erased after this part
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