The solitude of the mountain
The loneliness you cannot see
Summed up to letters and papers
The cheapest things don't come free
Night gives our efforts meaning
You sleep with head on familiar pillows
While you are chasing your rabbits
We sit up chasing our dreams
While we silently prepare those who never dare to dream again
We hold our heads high
tassel covers over bloodshot eyes
Our eyes dry from the tears deprived
All meaning lost in the goodbyes
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