feeling lost
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it's a funny feeling havinga place where you don't hidewhere wordsthey droplike waterfalls;where rules do not abide
I once had a dream
That I could fly.
I flew so high,
Oh so high,
Now that I think back
That was a scary thing
Verse:
Mist, in my eyes
Ice, heart melts, freeze
Dive, into ocean spacious as skies
Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep
Still profound, unexplored
Wonder, how change will give more
If only He made me a beautiful nymph,
Though I do not mean to question my existence,
But I do.
You know who I love,
What and who I want to love,
As who I am for that lover,
I pieced all the evidence together and found
that I, most likely, came from a ripped up piece of latex,
one snowy summer night in a cabin down in New Mexico.
Yet, though I came from broken things and with unexpected news,
The shadows creep in
The light darkens
She cries out
Searching,
Hoping for someone to hear
But, no one hears
There is only silence
There are only shadows
No. She's not fine,
She's not good, or ok, or fine.
She's terrible.
She can't stop the thoughts, she can't stop the swirling ideas.
She can't even speak.
The fear is constant,
A little doll once walked through the sea shore
From a long and sandy passage, it changed to a rocky highway
It was a tedious process as she got hurt so many times
Different creatures guided her through the forest
In the wind I flow,
anywhere is where I will go.
Oh-so, soft and slow.
Tell me who I am.
I am fragile as a lamb,
but mean as a ram.
In the wind I flow,
