Diverted Beats
While pencil draws circles of futures so bright,
Envious looks cast the squinting black knight.
A warm heart once beating it's side by my side,
diverted it's beating to the left, to the right.
wake from that dream, let's be unfair
Raise a hell here, fill a hole there
too many friends and too little care
mock selfesteem , please change your hair
the representation of a mirror speaks then,
it has never been subject to the circling pen
that makes it one of the very few men
who will never be drawn though you know, that you can
summoned bright darkness, begin from the start,
the glass is half-full, a knife in that hart,
no stringed guitar will tear it apart
This isn't magic, let it be art
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Wanna see my impression of Ghandi? Well if he was really pissed-off
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