Sorting through the blank faces
Trying to find the page
That will tell me
Everything is going to be okay.
Stray dog
Strewing my drooping face
Across the city
Thoughtlessly lost
In desolute thoughts
Stopping for street preachers
Praising the goddess divine.
My feet are sore and my spirit broken
Tired of no
Tired of being.
Run and hide, no,
I must keep keeping on
For the lady who loves me,
I must be strong.
1 comment:
Obligation or love? The line gets cloudy.
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