Each step in my run
I veer closer to the sun
It burns it burns
But I still walk
But why?
Because I'm too scared to talk
Too afraid I'll be a laughing stock
And so I walk and I burn away
Bits and pieces fly
I wish so dearly but I can't cry
Feels as if I went astray
But was there ever a right way?
I only feel because I should
But in truth I never could
A peril born of my own toil
My being it serves to foil
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 8:37 AM UTC
Each step in my run
I veer closer to the sun
It burns it burns
But I still walk
But why?
Because I'm too scared to talk
Too afraid I'll be a laughing stock
And so I walk and I burn away
Bits and pieces fly
I wish so dearly but I can't cry
Feels as if I went astray
But was there ever a right way?
I only feel because I should
But in truth I never could
A peril born of my own toil
My being it serves to foil
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