I wrestle with my minds eye looking for rest
But I get lost in the rubble of Its treasure chest
I await the time I count the ticks
Measuring the moments in between your lips
You are my vice you are my fix
But silly is the rabbit who fell for tricks
Only fools rush in so have I heard
I am the the cage without the bird
I am the melody with out the song
Awaiting you to sing along
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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