It’s been so many decades
Or an illusion of my vacant mind
That last I wrote something for you
Headed through this twisting mind
I really want some time
Some space to explore
I am tired enough with my inner notions
It’s seems I have lost all control
Day and night with an unconscious awake
There comes an arising uproar
To really see who I am
To really feel Am I am?
Time is slipping now in my nails
Rarely I had gone on any sail
Now all the waves head up till my arms
I fear, but don’t want to loose any charm..
Charm of love
Charm of our joy
Charm of my existence
Charm of my strength
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