The childish time ends by 26
Decisions came through journeys and tales by it
One should leave and move eventually
Either to surrender and suicide or to stay to live
Going through the rough bridge
The relations he built
One by one collapsing
Even in his dreams
The smile on his face faded slowly
So is his melody
He pray and wish lately
Every night, demanding..
of voices
that will put him to sleep
peacefully,
eternity.
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