What is there to wait for
I can't know something that was never mine to hold
'cause the last thing I had known was the last time I had
lost for rhymes
Everything's written in time
I held the key but I lost the route
a baring road with no name
Keep on searching for the unknown light
Framed hand, dried ink
waited so long to be poured
Empty walls remained
Belief could destroy
It's too late, the words I never dared to say
tearing all the miles in between
-a.n.l.
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