For prophecies self-fulfilled
But you knew before the secrets
Or the seed were ever spilled
Small scale delusions
Put a restless mind at ease
Former flames just fade away
Like embers in the breeze
A tragic trick of memory
Or a passive act of war
If feelings are so fleeting
What are feelings really for
Another effort ended
A new pursuit to pass the time
Until the monkeysphere is full
And everyone new is left behind
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