Have you ever wondered why you are here at this moment,
all I ask for the credibility of the senses and those lost sonnets,
If you can feel the numb touch of the time,
you can just stand up commit and accept your crime.
Surrounded by the sounds that lead you to this path,
dignified by the rusted lust for the credence and leftover shard,
take your chances and lead on to the land,
bow down and not outrun, don't forget to take a stand.
Glittery, shimmery, all wonder it to be like that,
no one ever realizes it will turn out to be like and out it goes,
cling on and hold till the end, the bond is too strong,
just try not to be feeble and march on forward singing the victory song.
The glass is full along with the empty bottle,
don't blow up your chance to fill it again with a full-throttle,
life has all the potions you crave for, desire for,
it only matters when you aim for the shots you see through.
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