You might think this is a trail of weakness from my mind
A systematic defeat crawling on lines.
I just have this feeling that it is me versus this gigantic world
Breathing heavily from exhausted hope and delicate foretolds.
Just sitting silently knowing not to be self centered
When everyday passes like an empty no other
Endeavor to keep climbing since my path is called “strife”
This great divide from happiness and clarity of life
Its easy to become familiar with telling people how to’s and self aware
When simplistically we are all unable to believe our own affairs
Why can’t I just feel away this struggle, this defenseless heap
I’m jealous beyond thought that you’ve found a way, a faith to leap
Just patiently sitting here, silence to the bold.
Silence is the great divide.
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