I am leveling out on the plateau of doubt and
I doubt you can see me.
I arrived in disguise to dispel any rumours or lies but
I doubt that you care.
I am where I belong,neither the high or the low note,
more like the in between off key and yes,
even then I doubt that I'm me.
There are others up here, laying flat out, that
cheers me
I doubt that being alone would bring me closer
to home and
I doubt that they see me
their eyes are sewn tight to what might be the facts,
if the light of truth frees me and somebody sees me
then I will descend.
It depends on the wind or the sun or the rain
I doubt, as I lay on the floor of the plateau,
it depends on anything more.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
I am leveling out on the plateau of doubt and
I doubt you can see me.
I arrived in disguise to dispel any rumours or lies but
I doubt that you care.
I am where I belong,neither the high or the low note,
more like the in between off key and yes,
even then I doubt that I'm me.
There are others up here, laying flat out, that
cheers me
I doubt that being alone would bring me closer
to home and
I doubt that they see me
their eyes are sewn tight to what might be the facts,
if the light of truth frees me and somebody sees me
then I will descend.
It depends on the wind or the sun or the rain
I doubt, as I lay on the floor of the plateau,
it depends on anything more.
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