Poem – A Riddle

Alone but not scared
Your prophecy has bared
I’m down to my last two men
And what happens then?

Is there love in the final station
And will there still be inspiration
Is it you who will be involved
Or how is this riddle resolved?

I will not lose you now
All my cells scream and shout
As long as you will somehow
Come to me, let’s speak it out

Cause I’m not about
I’m not about…

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