Rusted time within the Earth...

The arc of rage,
Bound by the skies of love,
Basked in the moonlight, so dazed,
The stars above.

Love with rage,
Is lethargy with zeal,
Within a cage,
Waiting to be set free.

Can we fight with hazy clocks?
Alone in a room of dormant time,
While other rocks gather moss,
The only thing you can depend on is your mind.

My track is filled with unfinished work,
My track is paved with incomplete dreams,
How long can I stay stubborn?
How long will I have this zeal?

Can I write my work on paper?
Can I make them books?
Can I waiting until later?
Will I have time to look?

Life is a mysterious game,
Life is an arc glass,
Life is a battle for intact vain,
Life is within your hands clasped.

Can I walk beyond the sun?
Can I reach beyond the starlit galaxy,
Can I further take what has already been done?
The lost boundary...

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