Recycled
Recycled
Trying fire burning on the wire
Quenching indistinqueshed desire
Where tomorrow finds me, today will lead
My life held in balance on a razor edge
The lies are stripped away, truths layed bare
The days and weeks ahead will sow the seed
Searching for that ideal to take me off the ledge
A reason, a sign or a person to stop my launch into thin air
rlm '13
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