Lonely lost souls clitter-clatter across rain-washed window pains.
Silent voices echo ,disturbing the present minda nd reawakening the forgotten.
Irrelevency bounces off polka dotted wallpaper plastered to stone tials,
Just sleep and free your mind
Let you beijng speak to your
Mentality, and soar through
For the stars shine not even half
as bright as the eyes within your
Little light laughs dance across
broken window pane and shattered
memories. Broken lives and
mutilated dreams liter my mind's
eye. And torn promises tie me
down, with chains made of
grasping fingers outstretched to hold
me back. I care not of the affairs
of others, for I am my own person.
But no matter how many times I
ask my self, "where are you going?"
I will always be held back by the
taunting and tempting idea of happiness
of others,and why?
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