We are all astronauts
One of these days I'll grab Fear by the throat,
But before I snap it's neck, first I'll make it choke
On the promises it made while I tried to comprehend,
The source of my aches and when they'll finally end.
"So cover your tracks..."said the lady in the coat,
"There's no perfect crime, when love is involved.
Here, take this shovel, reach down to the very earth,
And make a bed for the failure , which satisfied your thirst"
Sometimes I still wonder
Sometimes I still wonder, if we're alive or just Ghosts,
Wearing the sorry sheets of our soul's ruined echoes
Or we just float aimlessly in freezing outer space,
In an everlasting romance with our beautiful mistakes.
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