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Steer clear

Steer Clear

Unsure of my journey 
But know where I am going 
Even tho my brain is storming 
Discovering new things 
while, Unfolding my fears 
Sitting and waiting as the fog clears 

Covered in a mask 
While gripping my flask 
Trying to face the unknown
Transformed into a goon 
But still I assume while 
Sitting and waiting as the fog clears 

This mystery is intriguing 
So she start sleazing 
Only to find emptiness emotions became built up upon her and she had no choice but to give in 
Clear skies are upon us so the funk is no longer 
My insights are stronger 
Mother Nature will warn Ya, take heed if you Dare. 

ShErEe ©

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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