Every Morning Entrada
Manifold Object
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Entrance to a new day again,
Sequel to my every morning entrada.
First fumble steps towards the twilight,
Through the suspicious veil of tranquillity.
As i scramble in the dim greyness,
Watching my each careful pace.
These lonesome trails of abandoned,
Dispersing deeper without a trace.
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Again vanished what i craved inside,
The obscure landed to cover the tracks.
So i couldn't even find the way back,
Not to mention the path towards...
Strolling around the never-ending circle,
Trying to escape the inevitable truth.
Full of sadness this perpetual moment,
After previous ends a new era begins.
I hope tomorrow today is yesterday...