Feeling left out with a lack of propriety
Excess poems and rhymes to maintain hope and soul
Never prevails and your left out of control
The bishop took the queen and left the king all alone
But the queen left long before and the king didn't know
So get yourself out this maze of nostalgia
The best years are over and your breeding bacteria
Concentrate on the great or just on the loss
Many years back never thought of the cost
But waiting still patient for the next episode
The "been too long" and the crossing of the roads
But not the co-joint or straight to the point
Only the fading of a ripple to leave me crippled
With fingers fixed and palms broke
I await to reflect on the words you spoke
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