I swing from place to place
with no more attention
from slavery to space.
A fire thats squelched
in time will repeat
and love that was hot
is too great a feat.
Nothing will go my way
today.
I hold on to happiness'
wings and pray.
Harder and harder to laugh
its seems.
and now all colorless
even in dreams.
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