Problems
So many problems came to me
Like a sea of unbound mystery
Bushwa of unoriginal thoughts
Flooded my own soul with
trivial sights
I ve seen the minds speak all
the void
The void has lost it's way for
words
Problems become the night and
day
When I was young my life was
fair
But now I am grown, went
through the pain
My heart is heavy, no delight
This panic, fear, pain, and dark
Have wrapped their hands
around my heart
The voiceless voice of many
counts
Tells me," hang on"My dear
friend
We shall breath fire to the day
These problems that flooded
me
In them I saw my destiny
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