From Me To You

abcjois • 20 followers

From my brain to my heart… this is all that has to be said.

I ask you to do one thing
Pump blood around the body
The rhythm is key
For I live on the fitting melody

Fight if you must,
The pain is just the crust
Throughout all that is unjust
Success is at stake, as is my trust

But you betray me, while I fight
Deceive what feeds you day and night

How do you go on?
What gives you strength?
The way you work astounds me
I thought I was the labyrinth

To bind another with a spell
Do I fuel your power?
Or is it all just me myself and I
Ignorantly undercover?

If only one of us could live
Without sharing the shadows of the other
Then again, what is life all about
If we don’t cross the finish line together?

#general #inner-conflict #introspection #metaphorical #psychological

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