Its The Feel Within The Soul

The word's i write on paper

Show I'm in distress

But the fact that its on paper

Means no more, No less



The words come from my soul

My heart, memories and mind

May have little control

But there is lots to find



Take a look inside

What exactly do you see?

Some has slowly died

Others fly rather free



You may see more than me

For my eyes are externally closed

With all of the debris

And all that barely shows



Its an adventure inside my head

A trip that's, not so kind >:)

By go in yours instead?

You may be just as blind



There's not much to see

In your unfamiliar mind

Why don't you come with me

And we'll see what we cant find :)





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