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Another prospect has turned to dust

My efforts seem to be in vain

How could it be, what have I done?

Still racking my brain

One by one – my hopes slip through my hands

Still clinging to that withering last chance

And searching for a reason

In this Season out of Season

Season… Out of Season

Just detached from what’s going on

It seems so unrelatable

Events around seem not real

Polarized – never debatable

What is my purpose here

I still can’t say

Out of this dreadful season

I must find my way

Isolated in civilization

Somehow out of touch

It seems I’m just drifting away

But I don’t care that much