I am looking out the window,
Waiting for the rain. I play the guest to my own downfall, At my expense I play the game. I see the future crawling The further on I go. The old cigars, The dampened room, The sun has set, The rivers flow. I am looking out the window, This was the view throughout my youth, Did I escape or did I fall? Yet, brick by brick, I build the wall. I see the world is yearning, Oh, round and round I go… This gilded cage has no escape, They’ve lost the key, But there is hope. I am looking out the window, somehow it always seems to rain… I long for change, I long for snow, I long to live… …I long to go. ...Toffears
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...Beat
and I breathe. ...Beat and I breathe. Deeply, take a breath. Beat, and I focus, I believe. Breathe and I live. Breathe and be. ...Beat and I breathe. ...Beat and I breathe. ...and it Stops... I had no control. eXit ...Toffears ...Still
the blind belief in the hope of escape. Why does fear turn to violence for the ego with no knowledge? ...Toffears (dedicated to M.E.I aka L.) |
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