This became my comfort zone
my own corner of the wild world,
the tangible space
where I could transcend
or evolve into many of my other shapes.
I rather turn myself into an asshole
to rise above from what I once left.
There is no such a thing as running away
I simply stay a motion ahead.
I might never run out of time
since I can dilute it
and rip off the minutes' legs;
just a mundane reference
of my current life form.
So I have no reason
to ever abandon this place.
All my wanderlusts
here are at safe.
I just ought to remember
the drifter I was once
(maybe twice as a matter of fact)
as many times I need
since it is the same life
I am condemned
to come back
over and over again.
Infinite loops of myself
won't ever be enough
to tie me here forever.
I am mutant
who's been born by the moon,
I am a child of the night
looking to die soon.
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