By the cold feel of metal
My mind goes cloud nine
Travelling between moons and stars

From the smoke and fire
My troubles burnt
Leaving away traces of pleasant smell

Drinking silvery liquid
All things go blur and grey
Suddenly running seems soothing

On the pat of chemical soups
All things we dread about liquify
Ran through a stream of unknown destination

At the bottom of the bowl, licking whats left on the spoon,
It hits us, it was a circle stream.

And suddenly we have to run faster

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