First caught into my eye
then passed into my mind,
drifting in thoughts not too far
headed straight to my stiff heart.
Seemed as if dreams would come true
getting me out of dead loop,
false hopes took me by the hand
daydreams, illusions, lost man.
Sadness, depression, dead lock
forming a kind of brain block
seeking for understanding
unrequited loving.
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