It was the last drop to glissade down my cheek
The hazy delusions I saw through the creeks
And despite my efforts of simplicity
I'm drawn to an array of complexity
So as I sat and fought those demons
I cut the ties despite the screaming
Of Hope
Of Change
Of Love...
Because none of it was true
As it lie in my mind
The search for ME has been hard to find
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 10:41 PM UTC
It was the last drop to glissade down my cheek
The hazy delusions I saw through the creeks
And despite my efforts of simplicity
I'm drawn to an array of complexity
So as I sat and fought those demons
I cut the ties despite the screaming
Of Hope
Of Change
Of Love...
Because none of it was true
As it lie in my mind
The search for ME has been hard to find
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