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To fly without wings,
such an impossible goal,
If you don't know
Old Gods' magic.
Sometimes you need to
be creative,
being reactive
is not decisive,
losing a thought
along the way
It may lead
to not plant the seed
indeed.
You keep hearing
the daring
Story of the two wolves,
living inside of you,
boohoo, and how
The one that you feed
Is the one that will grow,
indeed.
The problem is
that inside of me
It's just a cat
doing whatever what
She wants to do,
staying awake at night,
and trying to eat sweets
When it should not.
I am not a robot,
No modern parable
will make me able
to fulfil my destiny,
So my only chance
for a happy romance
is to
Believe in magic.
The magic of being alive.
Not just living,
not just surviving,
But knowing that,
pessimistic thought,
There is no better world
to live,
for now.
A little bow,
And I am gone,
for now...
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