So ruthlessly
Time's knocking on my temple
It's like policemen knocking
On the killer's door
A blue bird's feather
That I never held in hands
Its surf had swept away
Before I's born
And in this lottery of luck
My fate has cheated from the start
I drew a blank, I'd had a wrapping,
An empty fancy box
Some walls
They never can be crushed
Some paths always lead to mire
And there's some bitterness
No chocolate can beat
Over the times
Like water doesn't save a drowned
Like dirt that doesn't wash a stained
No substitutes for truth are found
No love could be replaced by vice
No happiness is pain
(2013)
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