The hands of the clock march: one step forward and two steps back. The night stretches into infinity Let us imagine a world where things went right Ah, it is this one. My mistake My arrogantly naïve belief in my own ability and utility Worth measured by the ease of taking a life There, the performance ends. Onto the next one! Strike the stage. The crowds leave; with them, the protagonists: New roles to play, new stories to tell, busy with living. Empty auditorium left for you to clean up: Echoes of hopes, demands, fears, regrets, complaints, suffering No addressee Only you, only you, only you, only you.
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Date: 2021-09-28 02:45 pm (UTC)The night stretches into infinity
Let us imagine a world where things went right
Ah, it is this one. My mistake
My arrogantly naïve belief in my own ability and utility
Worth measured by the ease of taking a life
There, the performance ends. Onto the next one!
Strike the stage.
The crowds leave; with them, the protagonists:
New roles to play, new stories to tell, busy with living.
Empty auditorium left for you to clean up:
Echoes of hopes, demands, fears, regrets, complaints, suffering
No addressee
Only you, only you, only you, only you.