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A stranger's ballad thinks it's important
but its notes can not care less
and i keep chasing the circles of light
that are dancing on the floor
i am spinning on my own.

Half step away from the routine
pulling Bs to half decent Cbs
just like the non existent touch
registered by my senses
as my hair stand up
just thinking.

Why don't you look into your own eyes ?

Someone's laughter thinks it is attractive
its breath just giggles in his lungs
the last i saw myself was on a black page
i tried to paint with colors
but none came up...

Why do people keep on searching for
answers they will never get ?