Cold World

To soon is to slow, and right on time surprises like sudden randomness. When the past is now, the future feels of nothing, but faded glory. This playground has been reinvented to many times. To every occasion, i know this seesaw. As i swing hastedly back and forth going nowhere fast, im dreaming faster, and even my imagination seems to be falling victom, light years away.

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