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to be outlived,

is to be free.

I want to be burned,

you will not bury me.

then I will be free,

my smoke rise up in the atmosphere;

seeing things as they were

-from the rear-

 

he has lived

he once was free

first he was burned,

but he can still see,

Won't let himself be free,

his heart burning in the dirt somewhere

wishing things as they were

-from the rear-

_01.01
 
I am the icy cold wind
that prickles your spine
on a hot summer day
 
I am the old woman
across the street,
so much knowledge
but no one to listen

I am the frustrated child
eager to learn
trying to understand life
but no one to tell me

at night,
I am the feline
hiding in the shadow
listening to all the secrets
invisible to all outsiders

at day,
I am the canine
eager for love and attention
but I look around
and there's no one to give it