In my dreams I'm angry
Only to awaken
To another situation
That I don't want to be in
It's complicated
I tell them
When they ask me the questions
That I don't want to answer
Maybe
This is good for me
Maybe it's all going to be
Okay in the long run
I do have faith
But for now
I choose to run
From my problems,
too troubled to solve them
At the moment
It's more than one component
In the potion
That is poisoning my soul
I am out of control
But I like it
Because while I am spinning recklessly
I have control of the velocity
And that is what exhilarates me
So why fight it?
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
In my dreams I'm angry
Only to awaken
To another situation
That I don't want to be in
It's complicated
I tell them
When they ask me the questions
That I don't want to answer
Maybe
This is good for me
Maybe it's all going to be
Okay in the long run
I do have faith
But for now
I choose to run
From my problems,
too troubled to solve them
At the moment
It's more than one component
In the potion
That is poisoning my soul
I am out of control
But I like it
Because while I am spinning recklessly
I have control of the velocity
And that is what exhilarates me
So why fight it?
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