He
carries too many baggage
Dragging
down his way to heaven
He
tries to off-load it somewhere
But
every hole cries it away
He
pleads his way
The
holes never want to say
The
smell of a dying breed
The
holes wait for the rain
He
says what he wants to believe
He
never says he carries the weight
The
many baggage he drags along
The
echo never stops ringing
He
invents his maze
Dragging
the blind to play
Whisper
words of encouragement
Only
the fools will fall for it
One
day he sees
He
is in the maze
He
doesn't know where to begin
He
loses sight of his invention
He
looks at his baggage
He
cries out loud to heaven
“You
can't make me like this
With
chains on my legs!”
The
maze stays silence
The
wind surfing it along
The
echo of the past returns
“The
sins you have to pay”
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