Living in the moment;
Staring at you;
Short on words;
I am captive.
Oh release me!
I have places to be than in trance,
between lost and gold,
Without hope;
Stolen from myself,
Without a home;
Save me the love
not anymore is it gold
It is that which is old.
I am not your own.
I belong to no one.
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