We ride through our sentence
As if we’re bound to live this life.
Keeping record in the sounds.

Sealed and safe, to not be found.

This is the end of everything,
Of dream, and of passion.
But I’m not worried, I’m not down.
My time will surely come around.

It’s so cliche. But it feels just like one big scene on the silver screen.
Like the curtain’s closed, and it’s time to leave.

The credits roll and I need to go.
But I’ll stay awhile. don’t let it close.
It’s so cliche. But it feels just like the time is now.

This can’t be the closing scene.
I saw this leading to a proper end.
Making sense of this would serve no greater point.

I have to keep from thinking.
There’s no truth to this, I’ve been misled.
I have to keep from thinking of this again.

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