Criticism crawls uncontrollably through crevices left behind in the
Kinetics of my mind, the need, the severance of mind from body
Somewhere, they call, mocking and cutting but I try to ignore
The feeling that I am being watched, coddled, pacified,
Guided through life, one life. Only one try.
Shall I break free of the constrictions?
Movement will be my key
Never stop and they
Can't keep their
Grip on
Me.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
Criticism crawls uncontrollably through crevices left behind in the
Kinetics of my mind, the need, the severance of mind from body
Somewhere, they call, mocking and cutting but I try to ignore
The feeling that I am being watched, coddled, pacified,
Guided through life, one life. Only one try.
Shall I break free of the constrictions?
Movement will be my key
Never stop and they
Can't keep their
Grip on
Me.
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