he sings his songs to shadows
falls in love with women already dead
gives his gifts to queens and goddesses
and races with himself
after he�s crossed the finish line
he digs his grave with a rusty spoon
and looks into the eyes of the sun
he demands answers from mountains and clouds
he screams at the rain and curses stars
he feels in the vacuum for a life preserver
when he could breathe by taking two steps back
he chases cheetahs and greyhounds
he dreams dreams of solid gold
when life is really made of dried up mud
that crumbles if you play around with it too much
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