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Through the marshes of life,

As stretched as they were,

I built myself a highway

I drove, without taking turns.

I ran like a lunatic;

I didn’t stop

 to speak to my sullen heart.

Until one day, until it ran away

Oh how I missed m heart,

like I miss the smell of May.

Years went by, youth flew away,

Until one July, she came back again.

Her body all a sore, her wounds gushed dreams

She told me:

Oh dearest! There’s so much to be seen!

The hourglass has been cruel

All the time I trapped myself inside of you.

I don’t care now If I live or die

Cos’ through my friends I lived a thousand lives.

While  locked within your chest,

Cowardice tucked me in, each night in bed.

But since I haven’t been around

I touched the skies, I bit the ground,

I drank the wines of paradise,

I celebrated my demise,

I lay with hearts

under the starry skies.

We flew across this pretty world

We wore our scars, we took our oaths.

But you, dearest, still are here,

And the years have not steered you clear.

You cling to knowledge, not to life

You run races that are not yours, nor mine.

While I roamed the land with madness and glee

You yearned for jobs, cars and degrees.

Oblivious, Looking life through a keyhole

While we were out in ecstasy and awe.

We loved and laughed and marveled

Drew life from herbs and arts and lovers

We stole from hogs

and laughed at dogs.

 Foxes played violin

Oh how I lived in awe and sin!

Still…

I can’t believe how lonely you have been