Put my mouth
On dirty and clean
Nowhere that desired difference
Everywhere I get
And raw sensation
Fatigued and tired
On a road
Which I traveled several times before
Now I sit and count
And my pulse
To find new direction
In wonder and life
To turn every red light
Into a flame
Either I will glow again
Or burn into ashes
At last who win, the flame or me.
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