me and my hearttwin sides of an airplane
none can survive single
but why we have separate energy sources
I walk with my steps
smiles on my lips
but too silent
like my twin sources
who drives me
and why
why I fly at all
and for which direction
I ask at my lonely moments
I dive with crazy twists
whilst I remain too calm
at the same time
what is this
with me
so hidden
till known
but why I fail to make sense out of
my flights
too accurate
to the finish
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but
what is my finish line
I ask too much of mine
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