I will burn down this house
I will burn down this forest
I will burn down this world
because the girl is gone
and never ever coming back
I curse the first week of August
as over the horizon a new future emerges
that is so bright I must turn away
An apparition
walking in this ghost world
forgetting the joy of living in the moment
I suffer for my art
for my work
my dizzying swirl of thoughts
and curse the decisions I let others make for me
as that bright future burns away the mist
and takes me with it
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