Prison of present
Can't confine
Visions of tomorrow...
A vintage desire
Penetrates this frost...
This very day,This glorious morning,
I'm up for this,
Everything's against me,
Cause I'm dreaming
I'm willing to succumb myself,
To this earth,
Mountains move,
Time tickles,
And I'm bleeding.
Pedram
painting titled “Hope” by George Frederic Watts
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