Travel out of Bounds

Finding a way out of here

Losing the grip of normality

A way of leaving behind

What was never meant to be resolved

All those expectations

Leave them behind

Life is broken

And so is the planet

Lost in its own creation

Meaning a great remorse

Nothing has to be done

By me or by you

Demand and desire

Are just vanishing shadows

In the rising morning sun

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