Why is it that I so often find myself back in the same spot again. What is it that is and is not keeping me from groovin' along the passing of time. Each choice I make, either 1 step forward, or 2 steps back. Where am I when I'm taking that step back, where am I when I choose to make that kind of choice that sends me back on the spinning wheel, 1 step forward, 2 steps back. Pinned to the wheel that jades me deep inside. Lost in a dream, gambling with fate, superstition; lead the way ! What kind of fuckery is this ? So blinded by love, drunk with love. Tumbling into familiarity. Will to be. Chasing half-convinced, an excellent escapist. Reflect onto me relatively. Feel deeply. Love madly. Dance with me.
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