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Rollercoaster

It's gonna take alot of me
To be out there and stay
It's not fear, just me in my head.
It takes alot of me to pull through 
To want to stop and tune in

I've been a listener, 
I have been listening to my mind
It's never not speaking.
Most of us are that way, 
Not all of us escape it all, not all of us try.

I have been all in
It's will take all of me
To dive back into it, come out again.
Probably gonna be worth it though
Hell, my mind's just spinning again.




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INSIDE OUT.

What you're telling me is, "it was wrong." I expect reasons. I know it was wrong. Probably isn't the first time But that let me down too much All at once No reasons to give. No truth to say. Nothing but mist. Mist is what you manifest. Manifestations are your lies. You and your lies. When would you see? What i have been seeing. I let go. Everytime. Not this time.

A new grey

There's a thought that's been flickering in my little head.  A thought I don't understand, but you seem to. No, it's not black and white. It's a new grey, I love. The greys you and I wear without a thought. You got dreams, I got some too. Goals, in my brownish eyes. I see you earn them. Some run while some walk, shoes of all kinds. "Everyone has their own pace, their own ways." I believe. But I look up in the sky that looks like love  The thought slows down on me, I feel it caressing my mind. We're a tiny speck of dust in this universe, A universe that has no end. A universe holding a million secrets, Unseen wonders, life and knowledge. What are you and I dreaming for? I'm hoping to fetch some peace, You're almost there. I know souls struggling to live another day, Some praying for forgiveness. World leaders fighting for truce. It runs deep, yet it's all empty and broken. Who can tell? What is the purpose of you and ...

Lost count

Been a few months since I'm feeling this way. Not sure I understand why,  Not sure if I should be feeling this at all. For days I wonder who I am, Lose track and jump ahead to who I wanna be. Funny how I crawl back to who I was.  Few hours pass by when I'm happy, proud. Talking to most of you, dancing in my head. Next one, man I'm just tired.  Tired, not of you but me.  Is it possible to not be me? Can I see me as you? Would I like me? Do you? And then I remember, it doesn't really matter. I sway along these thoughts and questions,  Worthless moments are suddenly all I'm thinking about.  I change myself too soon, so much I fail to recognise me.  It's then, that I question again.  Who am I? Whom do I wanna be? "Who I was" is what I'm staring at again. I've lost count.