awake
He who can only dream awake is thinking of how all children learn to bark and whine.
He thinks that he's your questions and will never be heard.
I know what I am in another place but here, I have no idea.
The window is grating against the ones who lives outside, even if the sound comes in, it's still just a sound.
The question comes up when the shoes are already on, I keep up with my reflection.
When I think of it, it's my turn to give back things I had.
But I fail to let go.
He thinks that he's your questions and will never be heard.
I know what I am in another place but here, I have no idea.
The window is grating against the ones who lives outside, even if the sound comes in, it's still just a sound.
The question comes up when the shoes are already on, I keep up with my reflection.
When I think of it, it's my turn to give back things I had.
But I fail to let go.
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