Seek seek, and you could see
all the six sides of a dice at once
rather unconventional than three-dimensional
Cover the ashes of the burned ones
Between two joined sets of lips
where plants could sprout
and feed from the glare in my eyes
but never illuminating me anymore
and maybe this sight is too sharp to be blurred
You come to close, you're straining me
And I kept burning, now I don't have fuel for me anymore
No gasoline, some kerosine to fly
Into a safe lonely sky that I've claimed mine
I've claimed mine
Suddenly the stars seem to be in reach,
Because I'm lifting off while I guessing where I'm going
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