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Every moment I hear the gift of Mousai
I hear a promise given, yet unfulfilled
Given by myself to myself, accepted too
And still it goes unanswered, menacingly
Overarching through my pace
Along the turning shores of Lethe.
Give no promises that you're incapable of holding
Even to your self.
Though, at times I delight in this oath
Unwillingly wearing it as a sign of nobleness
I tried and had my fruits from trying
But the end-result have been always postponed
To better times, as if being itself a promise
I, truly, cannot comprehend the will of Moirai
Or better yet, the spin of their wheel.
I was so young, but my passion was ardent
The ire in my mind was conspicuously obvious
I was so ready for so many things, was capable of
So many deeds, yet here I am, disenchanted from any such curse or wizardry
Adulthood it is called, yet a loss to me it seems.
I, to this day, embosom this Atlantian stride, hopeful, but reckless. And still lament its unrefusing wane.
I hear a promise given, yet unfulfilled
Given by myself to myself, accepted too
And still it goes unanswered, menacingly
Overarching through my pace
Along the turning shores of Lethe.
Give no promises that you're incapable of holding
Even to your self.
Though, at times I delight in this oath
Unwillingly wearing it as a sign of nobleness
I tried and had my fruits from trying
But the end-result have been always postponed
To better times, as if being itself a promise
I, truly, cannot comprehend the will of Moirai
Or better yet, the spin of their wheel.
I was so young, but my passion was ardent
The ire in my mind was conspicuously obvious
I was so ready for so many things, was capable of
So many deeds, yet here I am, disenchanted from any such curse or wizardry
Adulthood it is called, yet a loss to me it seems.
I, to this day, embosom this Atlantian stride, hopeful, but reckless. And still lament its unrefusing wane.
