I lost track, lost my track
As though I were searching for a Civic
and found a Cadillac
Dead to live my life day to day
Drop-shot and dry fast asleep in a dream
A fairytale said two lost souls found each other
The point of uniting turned a desert into green
Thought I fell onto a black hour
Awake to a contrast I had never seen
The hour upon me in place is now red
A reality so sure of a place I've yet been
In this space of light as I heard it was knocked
You opened the door to the room I was locked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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