The negative will always turn,
to burn the burn out of the
burned in germ
and the positive which gives a ride
to the mental attitude on which I glide
quite gracefully,
returns to me.
It alternates, this state of mind
it changes things in which I find the
energy which then combines with something,
I don't know the name,
but it makes things better all the same.
No pills involved
I have revolved to spin again and
turn to burn out all the pain, in doing so,
I'll either grow
stronger,
or I'll die.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
The negative will always turn,
to burn the burn out of the
burned in germ
and the positive which gives a ride
to the mental attitude on which I glide
quite gracefully,
returns to me.
It alternates, this state of mind
it changes things in which I find the
energy which then combines with something,
I don't know the name,
but it makes things better all the same.
No pills involved
I have revolved to spin again and
turn to burn out all the pain, in doing so,
I'll either grow
stronger,
or I'll die.
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