You're own your own now
Touch and go
Like an old proposition
You cover distances
Looking for the right angle
Or way by which you may complete
The equation
To solve the unknown
The equation is like a long river
Without banks
It appears calm but cold
You are an irony
Warm at night
Cold at noon
In the brightness of the whole day
Yiu cover yiur face with your scared hands
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