confusion was my master
the shadows were my manifest
the strategy so small
I felt I needed a back
I associated my confidence to the roots
look at the blood
it's all betrayal
my words seem all lame
the help I need never across my gloss
the crowd distant from me
laughing and ignoring
I feel the clouds yield better
shame hate and pretence off my bridge
silence always to my call
how many will stay
how many will leave
this world is just like smoke 😥
©agabakeith
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