
A meditation on futility, longing, and the ache of wanting what was never ours.
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No need for metamorphosis and change,
when the change won’t ever change the mind
Of all the shooters standing on the range,
people I love, both the hateful and the kind
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No use of running and panting with ambition,
when the path doesn’t really lead anywhere
I should only walk and with complete submission,
trudging down the dark lands of nowhere
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No need for dreaming of fragrant flowers,
when the vine is bound to wither one day
People only like to sit in high, mighty towers,
their love and affection, always held at bay
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No use of reaching for the shining stars,
when the stars aren’t really meant for me
What is not ours and will never be ours,
shape-shifting shadows, as I behold and see
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No need for claiming loyalty and true love,
when all the desperate pleas fall on deaf ears
Hearts filled with a poisonous, fuming brew,
eyes darkened with memories and fears
