chase


One day it’ll come to me
One day it’ll be mine
One day it’s so empty
And one day it’s all fine

Lovely as it may seem
It’s a killer in disguise
Chasing the absent
Albeit the signs

With borrowed passions
And blurred visions
Rises the monster
Of my flawed perfections

Tapping to the cacophony
Of success, I shine
Choking the melody
Of that truly divine


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