mandag 24. oktober 2011

New

Nowhere is my home but near
the things I left and
the things I fear
Endlessly they`ve been traveling
from what they all the time
thought they had been
There is nothing to hide
There is nothing to gain
There`s nowhere to roam
or even be stayin`
There is only this
you want to trust
To go inside of your own lust
If there`s a trap or a door
If there`s a future
you`ve seen now or before
Then be it too like
gifts and presents for
to open up this
New

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