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Suddenly I was put on hold
For some days, some weeks or more
My bright sense of direction
Warned me my past was coming closer
I ran through dusty pages
Went far back in time
To a chapter with empty phrases
Where the ink already dried
Some words were coming from a mouth
That had no idea what they meant
It's so simple to rephrase a story
That left me in a pitch black room
There is no dirt on my hands
My conscience is clean everyday
Today is like an empty canvas
That I can quietly paint again
The brushstrokes and the colours
Won't distort yesterday
Because me and my intuition
We will always be awake
Some words were coming from a mouth
That had no idea what they meant
It is so simple to judge a painting
But I was left in a pitch black room
Intuition!
