A traveler once came to me to tell me where he'd been
But every word that left his tongue would land upon my skin
Internalizing what I did had not left any space
And so the pressure climbing on just settled on my face
Expressions changing all too fast I started losing ground
Collecting only ***** air that morphed into a sound
And when I opened up my mouth it made its way inside
A deafening cacophony was crashing like a tide
The flood I felt was something like a temporary rest
Accumulated over time I couldn't seem to test
And then I knew, I understood the purpose driven fall
The plan my shaking hands had drawn was bowing to the call
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
A traveler once came to me to tell me where he'd been
But every word that left his tongue would land upon my skin
Internalizing what I did had not left any space
And so the pressure climbing on just settled on my face
Expressions changing all too fast I started losing ground
Collecting only ***** air that morphed into a sound
And when I opened up my mouth it made its way inside
A deafening cacophony was crashing like a tide
The flood I felt was something like a temporary rest
Accumulated over time I couldn't seem to test
And then I knew, I understood the purpose driven fall
The plan my shaking hands had drawn was bowing to the call
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