Where Change does not exist
Even our memories
Joined comfortably at the wrist
But the sourness resides in you
The bitter taste of truths untrue
Pull up your hood and face the cold
The unknown
The wind whispers to reveal
The darkest pleasures have gone stale
And The sickness wallows in the trail
And all the space between
The loving child of destiny
Sees the hollows of your dreams
All You've known are cluttered streets
Too much is left unseen
Your heart is crowded
And your soul is leaking
Your start is now but
Your joints are creakingÂ
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