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Nostalgic, sitting in the grass
Reminiscing about the past
Thinking about the last time I engaged in osculation
Telling my heart to stop interfering
Pumping blood is its occupation
And that’s all...
Feeling enraged, feelings in a cage
The sounds I’m hearing
These vocals are going my ear in
Embodied in fear and
All I’m fearing is my own thought process
And I’m far less distanced
From my closest company
And this resistance closed down my company
Derailed my train of thought
Left me walking a track like c’est la vie
Until I found myself sitting at the nearest bus stop
I thought... I must stop...
Before I age and see
No one around me to aid me
Lately, I’ve been speeding on my highway without safety
Namely these things taint me
And it seems like my own thoughts hate me
I can’t help but wish I could break free
But I can’t reach the brake
Free the slave in me, tear this page in me
Shackle this phase in me
And I’m facing me, though more vain
Does who don’t move don’t notice their chains
So I can say I moved on
But the only thing I accomplished is straining myself
To the point of begging for an accomplish
To restrain myself and to regain myself
Trying to walk away seems impossible
Maybe ‘cause I realized that walking away isn’t what I ought to do...
Walking away isn’t the answer