Fossil Seahorse
Silence like black iron
Sank suddenly at the door of the company
Do I choose one path
And never need to consider countless other ways?
In drunkenness and dreams
On both sides of the river of forgetfulness
Beside unfinished things
A surge of people are washing the riverbed of the times
I am a fossil with a dry heart
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