The mind races across the transparent window
He, who holds my mind; beholds my thoughts
Rendering my escape; a thought impossible.

I cherish the past, nurture the present
He, who subjugates the present; dictates the future
A future as unseen; a patch incapable.

Annoyed, reverence is paid to the forgotten
The forgotten love; with Midas touch
A love once touched; is now unconditional.

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