5 days of freedom, 10 days of loss
a new brick wall, covered in moss
serendipity & pity go hand in hand
why choose to write your troubles in the sand?
for hope incoming tides pull them in its strong arms
to the depths of the ocean
and when in need why make a cup of tea
does it make it any better?
comforting. a hot mug, burning your palms
you cant caress it, hold it by the handle
too hot too drink. burnt tongue
clones are strung, along only to fall into a deep pit of conformity
they all wanna make it big in the city
when will i get somewhere
doubt in your work is inevitable
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