Parallel dreaming
Futures turn into pasts
Like all fantasies
They never last

Let me feel myself
In a few year's time
Will I be me?
Will you be mine?

No.

There are no winners in my game
When youth is spent, mind will claim
The throne to my false domain
Guarded by great walls of shame

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I must never accept these facts
For they hold vast treasonous acts
Of losing what hope that remains
And helps me forget of these dreadful claims