There's a life inside me
thats trying to get out,
Hear it scream and shout,
Bursting into doubt
drowning in this logic,
In this reason, in this truth
Forget about my youth
unseemly and uncouth
Teleological epistemology,
Now revealed to be metonymy,
Branches rich with Metaphor,
Interpretation. Nothing more.
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I try to fly, But how I fall. I try to run, Instead I crawl. I try to scream, Instead I breathe. I try be calm, But I just seethe. I try to smile, But tears precede. I try to follow, Instead I lead.
"I sit in darkness when in times, I'm lost running through my mind, Got a son in whom my life.. Is where it lives and where it dies.
In the still of night And the quiet of Day I long not for endurance But choose to fade away For now I conform To the silent whispers And their thoughts Can't hang on any longer I long for the...
Must we haste And waste the day. Must we worry About what others think. Must we overthink Every little detail. Must we pretend And lie till the end. Must we fight And blur our sight.
Inhabitable in the wind. bring me to my knees. I want to be. like a dark disappearing sea. lost but dazes, it melts away. I see only a hazy frost blur. for I am not her. in this emptiness I say.
Standing on the brink, It may be hard to think. When things go out of sync, Gone before you blink. Standing on the brink, You feel you start to sink. The devil starts to wink, Is this it. Gone.
This world is a trap, Just all tap, tap, tap, Around and around, Never leaving the ground, Longing, wishing, hoping, All drinking and doping, Will that find more.
This isn't what I asked for, Did I really put my name down for this. To live this endless war, To never feel the kindness of bliss.
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