I woke up asleep today,
Now sitting in front of my mirror,
Trying to find myself but my eyes ain't clear.
My sight is blurry, who am I?
Where do I belong?
Dreams are things for the rich minded
I am more likely to be blinded.
I feel like this place
Is a 100 meter lap race
But I am build for the long run,
For that reason alone,
I feel like taking that shot gun,
Place that ice on my skull,
Letting it rip off just to ease the pain
Of not knowing where I came FROM!
Lorenzo
#The_Unapologetic_Writer
#ForTheLoveOfWriting
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