The skies I look remain the same

The air I breathe is still there to give life a living

and the same wind still swings the morning

beautifully blows me away

finding me sitting here in my own little corner

silently heading down staring at the damp ground

or even look up the morning grey sky

I’m stucked

I’m there

Eyes are closed

Wind’s still around

I’m tender

Inhaling very deeply

just to feel it fill me in

But poor this head is so complicated

It feels like it never stops crawling thinking over things

I keep so hard on surviving to reveal an answer

But all I can see is a vague

My thoughts flare up

I let myself stray in my mind

then leads me nowhere…


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