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::: When In Doubt :::

Dreams…. Seem… So far out of reach
so I try and catch sleep
but I can’t catch any air with these bricks tied to my feet
holding back… and for what? I don’t know
I’ll never find myself if I can’t ever let go
of who... I was
and seemingly, who I’m meant to become
feeling like a lost cause in a world full of meaning
so I stand up for what I believe in
but it seems my priorities caught me leaning
and pulled the chair from beneath me
assed out
with a bottle of whiskey about to... pass out
so I sold my soul to the devil for some “Clarity”
while the entire world attacks my emotion seeking “Clarity”
its a rarity
that moisture would ever find my eye
so I let the weeping willows cry
in hopes to keep my pillows dry
and keep the stars up in the sky
hold off on that eulogy cause I'm not ready to die
one day and a rhyme
while retracting an emphatic sigh
I was born again
to a swarm of foregone men
without a sword in a lions den
learning time is “No Mans” friend
learning I was “Programmed” dead
set to seek a life that just hasn’t found me yet

Written by: ~ Michael Smith