People say life goes on,

After dusk comes dawn,

I wait looking at the horizon,

For the first rays of the sun,

I pull the curtain aside,

To allow some light on my bedside,

The air inside my room seems stale,

The bad odor is due to decomposing stories and tales,

I hurry to the window and throw them open,

Gasping in fresh air and begging god for another life coupon,

I wonder for how long i survived in this room,

How could i let myself be doomed?

Besides light and air this room needs cleaning,

All the bad memories have to be dusted off the ceiling,

I pick up a broom and makeup my mind,

I have to put a stop to the button rewind.

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