Listen! Listen... the wind moves.
It brings such fatal news...
The person I was before
has suddenly closed the door
to future exciting possibilities...
why? no one else ever sees
the magic that dwells within
even after all that I have given.
My body can't keep up with my mind
surely it came from above as a sign
that my time here is almost lost
and I vaguely wonder what the cost
of a life barely lived is nowadays...
Maybe it's just another phase
and this too shall eventually pass
but sometimes I am made of glass
and your words bring me down
they break me and you steal my crown...
Enjoy the thorns that prick your forehead
Enough is enough! and enough has been said...
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