Tracing sand, out in your land
Maze of you, Is it a clue?
God of resolution

Ask again, What do I do?
Who am I? And is it true?
I want an explanation

Where am I, and what is next?
Modern life, under a hex?
Solution to the question

Staring blank, without a guess
Just like me, it is a mess
Answer isn’t crystal
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Future likes to play in the bay the seaside
Looking for a new life

Finger in a loop with a hand on a hip
He was following your pinstripes
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Easy looks, over a book
Its a hook, that no one took
Fishing in the ether

Present said, who to the now
Is it true, without a sound?
Never seeming eager
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Future doesn’t know
What’s at the ending

Future doesn’t know
What’s coming next
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Mazes with no start
Leading to nothing
Fading to a pale
Mirror of me
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So he asked, do I exist?
Its a twist, I coexist
With everyone around me

Guess it means, that I should be
As a dream, and so I scream
Only and forever

Tactical, yet linear
Circular, you never were
Trapped inside a coil

Is it real, or is it fake?
Is it fate, or will it break?
The fabric of the realness
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Future likes to play in the grey by the nightlight
Looking for a new strife

Elbowing the next, so in love with a hex
Even when I’m on the bright side
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In a land where life is bland
You can't stand, to understand
Repetition growing
Does it seem, that it was real
Broken there, right at the seal
No one ever knowing
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Future doesn’t know
What’s at the ending

Future doesn’t know
What’s coming next
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Mazes with no start
Leading to nothing

Fading to a pale
Mirror of me
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