Thursday

On my path to self dicovery,
I crossed a winding road;
Along the way i entertained myself
With stories I've been told.
Before I even realized
The creeping night crawled down my back,
I turned around only to find
It covered up my tracks.
It's as though i came from nowhere,
I was brought in by the wind;
A person with no purpose for every angel that has sinned.
No more looking back for me
Or i shall lose my track,
It's just like starting over,
A situation just as bad.
The moonlight is my lullaby,
Each cloud rocks me to sleep
I'm at the mercy of Earth's elements on this
Road to discovery.





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