all my moral structures on a roll.
the trials have taken their toll.
born into a night, as early light taking flight;
all my life, my pessimism shining bright.
don't belive in destiny,
the whole world is loony.
faraway in a galaxy;
nevercare about what is there.
is it fate,
that drops a coin in the begger's plate?
walking into the years as you grow,
caught in the vortex of some flow;
see your dreams fly away in the wind that blows.
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