Stuck in a whirlwind
Hidden from the truth in ball I'm curled in
Looking everywhere for the promised land
Demons reaching out a tarnished hand
Society flooded with impurities
Bounded by insecurities
All is far from pure and clean
New year, on to the next transition
Guess now its on to the next man's vision
Gotta break free from the cycle
Stop walking this pattern
Cause we're going in circles like the rings of Saturn
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Poetry of my Mind
Most of what I post will be lines from the rhymes I write so I guess you could call it poetry.
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