Satellite or moon?
Riddle or fortune?
How long will it take me to leave my cocoon?
To wrestle the room and no longer maroon

Emerge like a winner

Reminds me of you
My sweet summer fruit
Always an island and rarely consumed
With the dust or the filler
Pro or beginner
I´m leaving the dimmer on low

I´m faulty as hell
Hide in my shell
Climb the whole tower without ringing the bell
I´m at war with my shadow
Roads, dark and narrow
But I am the arrow
And blessed is he who bears this disease
Craves the desire of a man on his knees
He says, "Listen to me

Say what you see
And worry for it when you´re gone"

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