I can feel it
I can feel the cry
The cry to know more
The cry to understand
The cry to live
The cry to be free
I can feel it moving in
I can feel it looking for space
Space inside of me
Space to become part of me
Space to make a home with me
I am trying to fight it
I am trying to wrestle with it
But the war is too tight
I know less about my opponent
But he knows much about me
He knows where to hit the hardest
Its a warfare
But who has the upper hand?
I seem to be on the losing end
I seem to be dancing to his game
Who is in control, really?
How can a battle become so tight,
How can a battle become so unfair?
Oh we ask,
Is it even a fight?
But do we ever really know?
Do we ever truly know?
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
I can feel it
I can feel the cry
The cry to know more
The cry to understand
The cry to live
The cry to be free
I can feel it moving in
I can feel it looking for space
Space inside of me
Space to become part of me
Space to make a home with me
I am trying to fight it
I am trying to wrestle with it
But the war is too tight
I know less about my opponent
But he knows much about me
He knows where to hit the hardest
Its a warfare
But who has the upper hand?
I seem to be on the losing end
I seem to be dancing to his game
Who is in control, really?
How can a battle become so tight,
How can a battle become so unfair?
Oh we ask,
Is it even a fight?
But do we ever really know?
Do we ever truly know?
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