Driven away by the speed,
Wasted all our ecstasy.
Perhaps a sense of despondency.
Maybe we enjoyed it after all,
Wild ardor, numb sensation
Being too ahead of ourselves.
Not noticing the burning end.
Then I notice, we have burned all our feelings
And realize the absence of our emotions.
It's like an instant collision of current.
Comes and goes,
like a cloud of dust,
In vain.
A little confused and drowsy,
I open my eyes.
Nothing is left but my bare soul,
and a surging sense of repent.
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