Move here
And there
Put my mouth
On dirty and clean
Yet,
Nowhere that desired difference
Everywhere I get
Repeated, boring
And raw sensation
Fatigued and tired
I return
On a road
Which I traveled several times before
Now I sit and count
Not time
But stars
And my pulse
To find new direction
In life
New meaning
In wonder and life
And trying
To turn every red light
Into a flame
In them
Either I will glow again
Or burn into ashes
And finish
Let’s see
At last who win, the flame or me.
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