Sunday, May 31, 2015

Maybe I'll Bury Myself

Strange thoughts hit me
Stranger noises it make
A feel of guilt embossed
And a fell of fear arise

Some weigh kept me to ground
Now that it's absent, I'm all around
A million strangers on the path
But a blurry destination keeps me going

I think too much, which is bad
I fear too much, which kills me inside
A hand wouldn't help
Neither would a heart

I keep walking towards the end
The creep crawls up even more higher.
The blur clears, part be part
Not something I wanted

I still keep walking
No matter how sour it looks
I still keep walking,
The image may be a faulty one.

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