There is this ache in the apple of my chest
Telling me that I'm just like the rest
Tongue tied and petrified
Continually second, at best
Bound by the pain of
being left out of the frame
I stumble upon my own inhibition
as I step away from my intuition
Catering to an unconscious apathy
that bleeds restlessly inside of me
Even in this bright white
I can see the colors of eternity
echoing to me sweetly
Whispers that leave trails to walk upon
that will lead me to the gold of dawn
Opening up to a voice inside
Breathing life into what has died
I create myself anew
Let me show it to you
whats going on in your portals girls and boys?
Comments
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Wow -- So perfect for the background and vice versa! A truly meditative piece, well-crafted with a good flow. I enjoyed this very much.
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i like this.
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Amusing.
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