fleeting
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With one step through the door, out into the escape of stress, and uncertainty,
There are places
that can never be trasversed
There are ideas
that can never be spoken
There are emotions
that can never be expressed
directly.
But every moment is a passing,
Im tired of creating fiction
be an addition
I'm tired of dreaming
where reality is teeming
it's hard to survive
when you have already died
But I know everything is right
when you are in sight
Run down that runaway train,
Hold on to that wild buck's reins.
It's a crazy adventure
with a beautiful lure.
Oh, kill me with your hands!
Pleasure me in your quick sands!
Set me on fire,
