one day i will be with you

and yes
there will be
the usual grudges
imperfections
and more than bearable flaws
dear Mum

time
that inanimate enemy
i hope, gets lost forever
when am with you
and the man
who made
me

fucking around
and no good
is what i've made life
good to be at
but what matters
is that slipping time
whose grip, no one can hold

i want the world
to fade, away
you, him and i
and we wake up
on the judgement day

know reality
and gravity
means pass we shall must
through this muster
of time
and humanity

one day
that one day
I want to forget one and all
except you two

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