where waves are rode and children say,
"why should I get up today?"
perhaps I'll ask the same.
Tomorrow is a day of norm
where not much known to me comes forth
and I ride waves that are untamed
with each path's ends in this same place.
Tomorrow I don't know your name.
There is no way to see your face.
I'm lost in this abysmal placewhere what's untold embodies me
and I am left to float...
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