Thoughts From the Edge of the World
This would be a song
If I could sing.
I sleep too much
So I don't think.
Where to from here
If there is no path?
How do I move on
Given my past?
How do I build bridges
When I stand on one?
Is there solid ground?
When will I be done?
I'd scream if I had a voice.
Cry if I had the choice.
But I don't and I won't.
I'm stuck.
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