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The nothing horizon
What am I doing here?
Making everybody else's life harder...
Why did I come here?
Making myself physically understand that I dont belong...
Where am I going?
To that blotchy, unclear horizon,
they call 'future'...
What does it consist of?
Nothing I want.
Then why are you still alive?
Hope is a mandatory thought,
even when failure is clear.
What if hope is nothing?
Then my will to remain alive,
will match my desires on my blotchy,
unclear horizon, they call 'future'...
Making everybody else's life harder...
Why did I come here?
Making myself physically understand that I dont belong...
Where am I going?
To that blotchy, unclear horizon,
they call 'future'...
What does it consist of?
Nothing I want.
Then why are you still alive?
Hope is a mandatory thought,
even when failure is clear.
What if hope is nothing?
Then my will to remain alive,
will match my desires on my blotchy,
unclear horizon, they call 'future'...
Published 29th Sep 2009
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