it is strange that
a beautiful melody can bring one
down to his knees so easily
a journey into dark night's shadows
with bits of that wonderful melody
snuck within my ear
and whatever the irreversible damage of time is
as i grow older to become what i become
bits and pieces i rescue from
what is unlikely
feed my engine within
but the dark is strewn with
fake plastic people
fake plastic smiles
fake plastic...
my fingers in my ears
trying desperately keep that melody in my head
repeating to myself
"i know who i am
i know who i am..."
less convincing each time
becoming more and more
a fake plastic version of myself
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