Mistakes, lost potential
I wake up gasping for air
Grasping at what could have been
Each moment slips by
Time which will never return
A stream, silver drops going by
Gliding through my hand
With each loss
A piece of me is torn off
Taken from my inner depth
Yet I do this to myself?
These masochistic tendencies
Leave me tangled between emotions
I end up in a corner as a curled cocoon
But will I emerge as a butterfly?
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