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Nov 2011
I’m afraid of ******* up
Afraid of that thing I called ‘it’ my whole life
Not knowing that ‘it’ was really just me
Not knowing
That what I’m afraid of is my own fear
In the last gear
On this highway I like to call life
I’m, revved up and flying full throttle towards the edge
Dangling between

The sun,
And the sharp rocks of reality
Splat, crash
And in a flash
All of my dreams are gone
****
And I’m stuck in another coma, for another nineteen years
Until I have another life crisis I feel the need
To speed
Out of

I’ll walk these streets alone
Until I find the oz’s home
And you can beep bop
To my beat box
As this street walks
To my solo
Whoa,
If I could go?
Another way with a new day
And the new play on this new field
Where this game starts
Fwap
Goes the minute hand
Faster than a blinking man
As the crowd screams so loud
The noise is silent
Slow down, wait
cause

Imma do what was never done
And imma win what was never won
They say all roads lead to hell?
Well,
They also said all roads lead to Rome
And lemme just tell you….that Rome?
Was no home
To me

So I’m gonna keep on trekking
Keep regrettin’
Till I find, what I got in mind
And that is
Peace
Piece inside
Figure out all these pieces
I could never fit together
Till I get a whole
There’s the goal
I’ll find that inner child
And the crowd goes wild
BAM
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BAM
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   solenn fresnay
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