Springs of youth, clashes with dreams of nothing
Purposeless in destiny, fate is lazy man's excuse to change
Sweet like a bitter lie, it drifts in waves of long gone moon soon tides
Across seas of never ending thoughts
Oh mind of mine, how enticing is your conviction
My morals are needless to sanctify my subconscious
A regression of clever thought
My body move to fulfill thy will to command
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Author:
Ri (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It means what it means to you
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