Sometimes I wonder whether I'm coming or going,
Then I wake up and realize I'm not coming
I'm not going
And in reality, I'm just stuck.
Wrapped inside myself.
Fighting, trying to fly.
Stopping this breath.
Clearing my throat.
I've got something to say...
I dance like no one's watching.
I sing like no one's listening.
I take a breath like it's my last.
I love like it's my last hope.
Because You're my one and only.
Sometimes I wonder whether I'm laughing or crying,
Then I wake up and realize I'm not laughing,
I'm not crying.
And in reality, I'm in an emotionless void.
Wrapped inside myself.
Fighting, trying to fly.
Stopping this breath.
Clearing my throat.
Yeah, I've got something to say...
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Written December 3rd, 2005
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really awesome. i'm not good at commenting so don't feel bad if i like don't say anything that rocks your cardboard box. bet this is really awesome.
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And you certainly are saying it! "Stuck" between the extremes of judgement is not really being stuck...it is the doorway to that very freedom implied in your middle stanza...the emotionless void, when seen for what it is, is actually tranquility. Very nice write
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