From now on
we are on our own.
Everything has been turned
around and upon its head
before we could even fall down
to beg upon our knees.
Time moves backwards
as we force our way
forwards, towards the exit
of the dark winding street.
What you tell me now
can never be enough
tomorrow, because I will just cry
again, I'll look in the mirror.
It'll show me my reflection
which is not what I want
to see, because it is what I fear.
It is what I hate.
Let us bathe in the sunlight
of the ignorance that is
happiness, while the sun still shines
because when It sets
I do not want to think about
that today or tomorrow because
I could not bear to watch us fall
into the chasm that is
waiting for me upon the other side
of that horizon
up ahead, away from reality
which is where I belong.
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