when i speak to myself, i must be careful or relentless
my arguments shall be carefully chosen, whereas not too long
reminiscence from dreams makes way through fake redemptions
but only am i being (purely) true when inside myself i fly
the willingfulness with which my soul beholds my smiles
in contempt drenched cannot itself uphold a harmful tide
and in the meantime, amongst peaks and falls the surfer i play
grasps into reality within the echo of a dream gone dry
to be or not to be
why did i (you) choose something else?
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