Spoken thought
Dylan Paul
I feel my heart breaking
I barely can survive
Fallacies turn to monotony
And I strive to stay alive.
I want to end this sorrow
But I can’t make out ahead
The dreams and mountains climbed
I almost feel like thread-
As it flows through the needle of some machine
Winding and weaving and clean, soak, preen.
Making perfection where there is only sorrow
Is like living a lie or putting life till tomorrow.
I try sometimes for glory
I’d like to find some gold
Or listen to the drunken man
Tell me stories of old.
I wish I had a soften cheek
To press against mine
The skin to touch
The soul to steal
And just a little more time.
Life’s like clockwork working against me
I’m wanting to be victorious but still I can hardly see.
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