SOMEDAY

a different view, a different view,
everything looks so fresh and new,
stagnant ideas fall away like flies,
and suddenly i see through the lies,
trapped again by harlot eyes,
i remember, i remember my past life,
fell again into the hole,
i realize that i'm not whole,
but here again, i'm the bull,
and push and push, i WILL be full,
someday, someday

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