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awake in the middle of the night

broken, i have no might,

dead in from the inside

the clock is past midnight. 

I refill the glass of memories,

that once felt so dear to me,

yet now they're so far from me.

Turning, chasing, running,

"Am I such a fool?" I keep asking myself

while I keep chasing the oasis.

Just a taste, a glimpse, 

a peek at what it was before

but will never be again.

Dead in the mind and the inside,

deprived in the head and the outside,

The old king told me - "Not caring is the new thing" 

yet I still am in the off-spring. 

Emptiness inside and outside, 

everyone is bland

everyone is blind

all are bind to the mind

that we're supposed to unwind.