So we travel You and I
Feel the tumult like a passerby
The anger of two
in your harsh lips i feel
Rough softness
– a brush
To rush and hush
Away the fear in you
No, step outside
with my love
Then
- step outside it too
Determinism is the coward’s lie
And you and I
I won’t cry
Though to our own love
I chant it still
Fatalistic folly am I
Amid the disaster of beauty
I believe in the duty
Though I am a liar
I can only rush through the fire
To get
to you.
Go first,
we’ll get farther then.
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