The day knocked on the window
Calling three blankets below
I turned and closed my eyes
Supported with enough reasons
I denied reality
I passed my hand at the back
And got a deal for a buck
Smiling my way to the bank
Though I caused another lack
I denied the system strength
Done with the gum wrapper
I dropped it at the corner
Though it stood out on the street
The thought never made me retreat
I added an inch on the pile
And denied the city beauty
I enjoyed the secret pleasure
And the results am so sure
Though similar like a mirror
I denied ever being near
And responsibility too
I fear the day is near
From myself I wont get near
The self I so much treasure
That dawn I dread to deny
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