In the future I see
dejavu.
A paradox of times,
not one true.
Monotony that is
always new.
The past is the future’s
melody,
they spiral together
crazily
Through the vortex only
One can see.
Still searching for the one
path to keep.
There it is take a chance,
skydive leap.
Forever comes and I
fall asleep.
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