Sometimes he feel
as if his living life on a fairy tale
For he follows it up to it's trail
But leaves it hanging like a bell
He lives to impress the rest
And forgets his burning in the chest
Though no matter how hard he test
his chances, sometimes something in him protest
You see, his caught up
In a moment of a daily soap
series, a playback of memories on top
Like an old record on the deck to shuffle up
His life begins everyday with a load
A burden he carrys always in mind
Like his body is up on a five storey land
But his mind wants to trip to the ground
He tries and only he knows he tries
To live up to his dreams and not lies
O poor timothy, like the dead that walks
He sinks in the dark and drowns.
His lost in his own world...
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