Sometimes words come short
It doesn’t perfectly describe how I feel
It is meaningless to report
And this sensation makes me kneel

Disappointed by your priorities
Feeling cold and alone
It just describes the minorities
Creates a heart of stone

Don’t know where to turn
Don’t know where to go
I wish I could just let it burn
And return to my shadow

J.L.M. Haarman

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