Like a chain of smoke
My quest follows me
In the depth of my being
A filled cigrette hallows me.
O, I'm independent
So a horse rides me
Or ask me, 'Who I'm?'
But the smoke hides me.
Path is too long to go
And past is chasing me,
I'm becoming short,
Earth is erasing me.
Whose Life I'm to die
Who on earth lives me.
Through the frame of clock,
A dim darkness views me.
A dream is a deceit;
Deception dreams me,
For I walk in a dream,
When a sleep screams me.
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