what do you do when you return from your inner trail search
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in your own interior
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and you find yourself unchanged
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will you call yourself a stranger
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will you admit to yourself
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your unconsciousness
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towards your inner side
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your emptiness strokes your being
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but you need the sentiment of grievance
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look into your eyes
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remember the day
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could you say it was worth living it
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then you wish tomorrow will not come
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because now yesterday is well-known
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the perfect interplay of otherness and self-doubt
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results in the state of death
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and ends in listlessness
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now you fit into the mosaic
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and you will drown in his false appearance
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so they even have taken away your death
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look into your eyes
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remember the day
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could you say it was worth living it
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then you wish tomorrow will not come
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because now yesterday is well-known
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creeping past self-control
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hiding in the narrow lane of affection
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all this is you
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and so the distance to redemption grows
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deranged by the disappointment
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that everything you disdain reigns in yourself
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now you know that you will never reach yourself
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requirement becomes an unattainable utopia
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abandon or keep on loosing
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to face or accept anyoneis weakness
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now you compete with yourself
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you rip up your own inner side
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no longer caught in the own system
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look behind a wrong self-portrait
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what you will find is what you are
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locked up spirit
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narrow minded
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an inner excavation
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so this knowledge needs a decision
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the realisation implores for an acting
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you resign
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and maybe this is a new beginning
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You Vs You
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| Pagan Lorn |
