Rushing through like waterfalls,

images in billions

struggle to erase all life,

just to form an empty sore reality.

Trapped in a call, lost, a fearless runaway

wondering when did the run begin.

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CHORUS

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A heart in a box of glass,

willingly or unwillingly,

eager for a change that never comes.

And life goes by, it goes by

as you look through the walls,

the walls of glass.

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Dripping low like tears of joy,

memories of bygone days

stumble on a future life

where the floor takes place above mentality.

Fallen apart, now, the pieces run away

lingering not, while my time abides.

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© The Lilac Tree Poetry, by Gabriel Romanos.