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Aug 2019
As I walk down this winding road
Like a walking toad
The reason I don’t jump
I’m carrying this heavy load
The nights are cold
The road is lonely,
But I will never fold
I live this life alone
They all think I’m whole
I’m broken, I’m falling
Down an endless hole
When will I reach the end
When will I be consoled,
I really don’t know
Though I just move on
Taking this road in my stride
Although it’s really slow
Trying to live life
And just let it all go
Everything’s my foe
From the crawling ant, to the flying crow
So……
This is what I live with daily
So just maybe
You get where I’m coming from
And I just don’t seem crazy
I’m detached from this world
And reality seems a bit hazy
So I put this pen to paper, In an effort…
To save me
these words come from the heart, from my soul it will never part. some call it life...
i call it art
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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