In Search of Ecstasy

There’s smoke in the water that creeps through my veins and blurs my vision as I struggle on the highway to hell looking for a second chance as I wait for a new day leaning on a ghostly shoulder looking at the clock as the time ticks off into the unknown and the longing inside me makes it hard to comfort my soul as I try to find my way through the fog of arrogance, ignorance and sheer stupidity without lighting into nostalgia as I try to make the days go by faster in search of ecstasy.

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