The birds sang too early this morning i know this because i too was awake
sleep robbed from my eyes
my mind wonders seeking refuge for its thieving crimes however none of this would hold in a court of law
so why then does it hold me prisoner in these four walls
Maybe somewhere along that fine line my vision became distorted and the four walls are but three.
could these sounds be an echo distorted by my own imagination
i have many questions but one things is clear as day
inside of this cave there is only one way out.
- Author: turnerobe ( Offline)
- Published: March 17th, 2017 19:37
- Category: Sad
- Views: 20
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