You bear the burden of past predicaments
While standing in the queue of your lies
You realize that nothing has changed since it began
(No new schedules, same old wants, indifferent regrets)
Only your days getting shorter
The summertime peacefully warms your heart
The wind gently brushes your mind
You feel the coolness of the approaching storm
Your climax is knocking on your embedded sole
You observe yourself in the passing times
Flying high in the spring, as a child
You reach summer, a young man with pride
Seeking pleasures, searching for the light
As the passing time gradually absorbs your age
Now you are old with a youthful lover
Her heart encumbers deep into your awareness
Finally, you understand, your time is near
To break open your life's innermost seals
To undress the burdens of a forbidden dream
The spirit of your stillborn love: Pretty Ting
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