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xi

daedalus

t'was the worst of the compass
don't know where to go
don't know where to hide
as if I'm isolated
an island of despair
I scream, the show isn't over
for guitar scars in your hands

the bullets
the guns
the hunters
and I'm the fox

how to be free?
in a five-star hotel
in a bar with dancing lights
where is my compass?
do I need to follow the stars?
constellation told the tales

stuck in a whirlpool
with two entities owing me
as the money turn to dust
and my holy feelings turn to statues

I run, and run, and run
even if I'm far enough
you both glimmer in that swamp
aurora, why do you need to call me?
I'm not an adventurer nor explorer
to explore and roam my deepest lining
if I take it off and carve your name-
on my necklace
it is meant to be lost

lara, your heart is written in two
the one who understands
the one who deflects

I needed a reason
and essays
to fulfill myself
as the tigers jump in
and rule the land of phalanx gladiators

I want to be that star
who shines less
ignored and unwritten