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They turn to bitter cinders Though they never knew my name I am not as automatic By living everything in vain I live in the shadows of tomorrow always a step ahead of them, and you maybe one day they can follow and this time they can follow through I have everything in my hands, my arcadia is my own say They cannot vindictively pretentiously steal it away All displayed for eyes to see on the TV now, as superciliously entertaining With their fictitious black umbrella and aristocratic façade I have my own system in sanctity and restoration, where failure has no role Perfection exists if you definitively believe in the depths

In my dreams I am my own space cadet Piloting my ship through the 50 thousand stars spilled in the solar system i crashed straight into myself and found I was falling through the galaxies of time i wish that I could say I landed but the places don't make sense when you land everywhere in pieces so I find myself among the stars, in the sun, atop the moon and laying on Mars and while I can keep going in these different spiraling directions, it's only filling a part of me that was never there and the anti light of dawn becomes my liberating prayer the saving grace I seek I find the peace in the dark when I can't find Me in the hours th