Sometimes nothingness between the skies
Gets into the deep where it is born
And no presence can make up the lack
Of things to say from our tongue
Sometimes nothing puts you off your life
But nothing puts you on, and while
You keep yourself from singing a song
You sink in a desert, leading you with no mile
To the deep and white forest of your mind
From it you try to understand why you lie to you
Nevertheless you don't lie to someone else
Because ... Guess! Where'd be the mess ?
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