Look to the sky
When you become half what you used to be
When the pride that fuelled your strut
Becomes the meekness that turns your gold to rust
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My hope
I make roads yet barely I get by
With virtually no shoes or strength to call mine
Nor a stomach with anything edible to combine
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Words find me in love with two souls
Fidelity confines me in drought like a dying rose
Her fragrance smells so sweet, I clutter my nose
Desperate to preserve the current river
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Today’s world
Like a narcotic substance
Fills the well of an empty soul
Artificial light and superficial happiness
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What man has seen a serpent smiling?
Promising that it poses no harm as long as you join its ways
Is it not how humanity lost its innocence?
Is it not its skilful seduction to make us believe we are one with it?
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Turbulent times
In the depths of my heart
Deep at a place unknown to all who claim to be close to it
Is a deep, dark and addictive substance
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At a low
at the finish line of sadness
at the coldest place a human heart
at the very soul of the deepest hole
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