mystery

if my mind and intuitions are provoked,
if the blood trembles through my veins,
if stormy passions get me back to life,
if my principles are sliced while i act as
an addicted without even knowing why,
it's cos, perturbed, i incline to cast away
to see no more ghosts but simply to fly
without wings, convinced i'll be caught
by two invisible arms in my free-falling;
if a new sentiment appears as if the one
i was once, feels embodied in someone
i'd wanna be, lingering beyond palpable,
it's because i met a charming one, who
sipped me with music's mystery, even if
i still haven't found what i'm looking for

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