I
you're filled to the brim with desire,
pony flame grew to size of equine fire,
not afraid to become smoking ash.
am in love I, or merely obsessed?
gimme the truth, little liar.
get you? leastwise die trying.
crooked road brought us to total mess.
in my dream I saw Marty McFly,
saying in future you're crying.
go ahead, we're 'bout the peak.
don't look down, already feeling weak.
I ain't going to hurt you, only to lip
the cheek.
II
give the freedom to hands of a clock,
let the time beat decide for you.
if the sealine is near the rock
then the stone will anyway fall,
the question is just "when exactly".
if your wish is harder than walnut,
if it grew from the bottom to top,
try to struggle it by all means.
maybe it will become a beautiful rose,
not just the pod of beans.
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