Green, clean
Lean, spark and zeal
Aiming high,
Spirit's high
But no, not so fast,
Not so slow, either.
Weight and past
All the same, so eager
To drop and bury
All that did last
A faraway era
Lost forever
Like cells do regenerate
And of course now history
In my mind I incinerate
Faking some kind of victory
The only winner
Is Time, mean and so linear
In this awaken ordinary
Letting out a silent scream
Then going back to dream
That is my resolution
Waiting for a counterrevolution
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