In the dead of night -
In the dead of places -
I'm walking amongst
the people with no faces.
Forgotten souls
in the empty heart of life
It's calm.
It's peaceful.
It's Alive;
It's Alive;
It's Alive;
We're running on rainbows,
Soaring on clouds,
Climbing mountains,
Screaming out loud,
It's Alive,
I found my inner wild side.
In the cold of winter -
In the heart of day -
I'm flowing past
the people that won't last in life.
It's painful.
It's truthful.
It's Alive!
It's Alive!
It's Alive!
I'm Alive;
{ Revised 12/07/23 }
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
