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this is it!
watching me,
hunting me
the eyes of lies,
the eyes of knowledge,
of reason,
of whatever
one calls decision.
this is it..
the moment in between
the moment when you should know
what is
the happiness,
hopefully, you might decide you're into.
still,
the moment splits
in everything you are,
in everything you've dreamt of being,
in every little part that you
call yours.
still,
you're stuck
somewhere in the middle,
where the paths cross
wondering..
which is what
and again,
reproducing the image you've seen
for the last years,
blurry in the hollow lights
of the sleepy streets