Words suck, and so do our sober thoughts
While articulated, they make no fucking sense
They can't cut the brain's Gordian knots
The odd equality shatters the verbal fence
Hearts lie, they ache and tend to break
While bodies age, hearts never get older
Too frigid when our present is at stake
They cool down fast without getting any warmer
Souls freak, too claustrophobic into a corporal cage
Hindered from flying up and away by force of gravity
They never care if it's a closing or an opening stage
Forming the same circle regardless of a lethal calamity
Aram Stefanian
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