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I'm losing myself and that's ok
I was ment to be lost
To find my feet again
Some nights spirit in flight
Some nights fighting for the light
It all depends
Which energy beckons
The book cover it reads well at first
It has an enticement and alluring verse
Beneath the pleasantries a curse
A sorrow that binds it's pages
******* in chapter stages
A history of dark ages
Fragmented at the core
The story grips for more
To restore it's happy end
A soul survivor take hold the pen
Spring
Spring me to life and let your Summer sun warm in my heart
Before the Autumn falls and Winters freeze the earth
I hope by wanting to be more positive
I'm not being a fool to myself
We sit in silence
We get accustomed to it's presence
The comfort matches our tears
Depth surrounds
Only beaten by our fears
How does a drop of honey become so runny after all these years
It's sticky residue remains
Lining our creased palms
Lifeline to the stars
Heartline worn scars
Words lost to the distance
Communication in higher existence
Humble people scrubbing dishes
Waiting for the elixir to smooth their troubled hands
Visions in the dark they dance and sway for me
Fleeting like the ships they care to be
Sharp as the jagged rocks they share profusely
Swirling there grip on reality
Spiral around effortlessly
Questioning morality
Infinite finality
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