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This day’s made of ennui[*],
The previous day’s the same.
I’ve got the wish to flee,
I’m taking notes again.
This man is made of grey.
He’s drifting with the stream,
Preferring to obey.
You’d better blow off steam!
This girl is full of grace.
It’s gifted by the lord.
By me he won’t be praised
For that – just give the nod.
This kid’s yet full of hopes,
The world is big to him.
It’s big until he grows
And dirt replaces beam.
But water may have ripples.
What is the stuff of mine?
Don’t want to notice people
But still can’t rest sick mind.
I see the temptin’ sky,
I feel it’s falling down.
Its pressure bears no flight,
Its cleanness bears no ground.
Again I have to crawl
With haze in dreaming brain
To pass the mirrored hall.
Got used to wear the chain?
Of what is all this made?
From where is all this grown?
With what is all this laid?
What do ‘bout this I know?
The wall is made of glass.
We are the kids to pass,
We are the flies that smashed
While flying to the light,
We’re able just to crash.
But tears’re still all child’s hopes.
The world is still in flame.
For what I’m taking notes?
It’s possible for fame.
The pleasure’s made of fake,
It always has its price.
It’s hard to make a break –
It’s harder to arise.
The sky’s by rain still bleeding,
The wind’s on wings still flying,
The sun’s in thoughts still living,
The kid that grown is crying.
Our tears are made of pain,
And pain’s the mark of life.
I’m truly deep insane.
And will you make this dive?
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