(Pangs of Remorse and Uncertainty)
I stopped to think a little bit
Of what had passed me
And what deserves regret
Have all my debts been met
And what if I couldn't see
Couldn't make my account set
Couldn't stir the geer
Couldn't reverse the wheel
Couldn't measure what has been far and what has been near
All that stocked piles could end by a whit
Stability, I assume I will never get
And if the tyre leans
Or the deprived words couldn't convey what this image means
This tiny pebble rolling over Oh, gee
Up; faster or it will demolish.well, let it be
It slipped under the back wheel
The carriage rattled, weight made no heal
And I flee
The pebble is now in the hands of a child
Waiting to lodge in another debris
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(Pangs of Vainglory and Inevitability)
I ride ignoring whatever my eyes ray hits
The universe revolves around me
All I want, in a second I get
My ancestors were titans, I bet
I order and it will be
I shape and you fit
All my deeds records I tear
But with no glimpse of fear
I just do not rewind, past I do not bear
In my vast, void carriage I set
Nothing deserves worry, my horses do not wilt
My words will fall like rains on the bean
Indeed like reins, ain't that what they are for keen?
This tiny pebble roling over Oh, gee
Up; faster or it will pass me, never to let that be
It slipped under the front wheel
The carriage rattled, no weight to heal
And I flee
The pebble is now in the hands of a child
Waiting to lodge in another debris
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