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My Soul Starts To Feed
I sit down to write wondering what will be next, There isn’t a script nor is it locked in some text. I can try to do better than it was before, As a window closes, it opens a door. I try to view life from every direction, When I get it wrong, I make the correction. I have seen it crash down in the blink of an eye, As I gather the pieces, I still wonder why? Words are released like they were in a cage. Rattle in my head and then appear on this page. I keep on writing not knowing where it will go, I feel this chill as the winter winds blow. The words still rattle inside of their cage, Understanding arises out of feelings of rage. I seem to do better yet I have so far to go, The more that I learn seems the less that I know. I look all around yet I can’t find me, Is there something in my eyes so I can’t see? Emotions ebb and flow much like the tide, I start to run, but there’s nowhere to hide. I think perhaps I should learn to relax? The world closes in, on the brink of collapse. I can’t save it, so I choose myself, I find myself tucked on the back of this shelf. I know it’s not perfect but I‘ve seen enough, I try to smile when the going gets rough. I don’t get what I want yet find what I need, Food for thought as my soul starts to feed.
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