I am just hanging on to the tail of a beast, not the head of the demon.
Choice has only given me two options
I want to let go, , I do,
I speak to the walls around me; I tell them who I am
I know they have a master; one they don’t question.
I want to be still with peace, , I do
I am trying to catch the tail of an angel
She keeps running,
I keep slipping.
The smell of white powder hunts me as I sleep
It makes me run with no choice, ,
What do I tell the walls, how to I explain my faults
If space is only imagination
And words keep changing
And thoughts have 2 meanings
And dark is light and light is dark
And wisdom is not, if not for love
And love is not, if not for fear
And fear is only from wisdom.

c...sdb kind

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