My Own Words

They said, don't go to the end of the world
You'll get scared when you see your long shadow
On that side it's the world of winged pythons
The earth is radiant with the fire they spit out
If you arrive where there is neither day nor night you
               Will turn into a stone*, waiting
As if I had heard my own words
From someone else
Had it been possible to rehearse in life
Some changes would have been written into the screen play,
My own words cannot be evaded
Going away
Loving you
I couldn't write for several days
But I was not good
Living through bad times I kept on getting bad
I became imperceptible like time
Constantly spinning in the clock
Frenzied by some words of mine  

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