Have been running in circles,
trying to greet every truth with smile;
Couldn't change the past,
but I can't seem to fit in this future of mine.
I know I can't fly,
but why am I falling?
Where's my name;
Where's my hope when i need it?
It makes me high,
every time when I look at the sky;
Their voices peak through doors,
but I try to walk towards the light.
Can't seem to get this ticking
clock, out of my mind;
For time it may be a song,
but for me,
it's a prison reinforcing crime.
I know I can't fly,
but why I am not walking?
What's my name?
Where's my truth when I need it?
Have been running in circles,
risking everything I ever called mine;
What's the point of living,
when you can't even feel alive.
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With The Dawn (A Collection Of Poems)
PoetryThis piece navigates through pains, happiness, obscurity, dreams and everything else that keeps us alive and makes us "us" using poetry. There are different parts of the above piece. Make sure to read them all :) Enjoy!
