I'm riding on luck
holding out my arms
to
an idea
or maybe just a dream
thats yet to manifest.
self sacrifice
and
emotional masochism:
i've got them down
in such a casual way
cause there's nothing more foreign
than you..
nothing more further
than the truth
than a man talking through
a telephone
just as much a stranger to me
as the people on the street
what a fool i have become
to feed such desperate dreams
or maybe
i'm just an undercover lover soon to be discovered.
better to stalk the truth
than live a lie,
i tell myself...
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