I Am Doing Ok
thirty-three years, on my way
back from hell,
but what matters most-
is that i was so close
from being
free from sin,
can't sleep without
keeping my eyes open.
looking up into the night sky
i ask:
"what is love?"
the clock keeps ticking the time away,
keeping me right here waiting,
still keeping it all inside-
trying to hold on;
throwing all the rest away.
with all the mistakes, in the past, that i have made...
more then one life can take-
i think that i am doing o.k..
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