Nights spent with Muse lyrics at my feet
humming wishes under my breath
with a silver tongue.
Summers, an alien atop my own terrace
peering out incomprehensively
staring at a gliding world.
Now and always I am lost
inside the maze:
the goblins king awaits.
Years, defined inside a form
a way of reasoning
a scorn
and the Great man keeps saying
We cannot solve problems
using the same kind of thinking
but I'm deaf to good counsels
and mean to stark sense.
Thirteen hour's almost over
but I never had a brother
always wanted to, perhaps
all we look for in a soul
is a way to feel safe, they say
protection from trouble and pain
a harbour, a gate
open to eventualities and change
hinges accustomed to insane
thoughts and rain
pouring down from above, above,
where I advert my eyes
because nights are hard to sleep
life is hard to live
and goblins' kings hard to please.
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