Uncertainty

I don’t want to be in your life

Because I don’t want you to have a burning memories of me

Of you and I

The time we would have spent.

It is of no importance

Living to win

To have power

To influence

Or to be detested

When there’s a king

And a crown at the throne

To take us into the space of unconciousness.

The crowns are for us

As we would turn kings

In the dark

In the empty

In the nothing.

The crowns that everybody is entitled to

Be you born with grace

Or by disgrace.

Be you born on race

Or on grace.

The crowns are for us

And we shall wear them

And we won’t remember

If we ever lived on a page

Or in a blood.

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