w/o

                        i travel the stars
w i t h o u t     my scapegoat face
                        beyond ongoing wars
                        i’ll find my place

                        i torture my soul
w i t h o u t     hugs from the past
                        for the undefined goal
                        i’ll have a blast

                        i see the future
w i t h o u t     my pink glasses
                        there’s no need for a suture
                        i’ll use my fasces

                        i take lessons in crime
w i t h o u t     glimmers of hope
                        there are hills to climb
                        i’ll run aslope

                        i carry my bags
w i t h o u t     burdens or pain
                        whoever raises the flags
                        i’ll freeze in rain.


        © Dominik Alexander / 2023
        © Cdd20 (image)

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