A little number I did in Charlotte, NC (different poem)
SURROUNDED BY THE CHAOS AND UNABLE TO MOVE
I FEEL LIKE STAGNANT WATER
BUT STILL,
I MUST GO ON.
MY MIND LONGS FOR UNDERSTANDING AND COMPASSION WHILE
MY HEART ACHES FOR TRUST
BUT STILL, I MUST GO ON
WITH THIS WORLD CHANGING AND GROWING ALL AROUND ME
IT SEEMS AS IF I SHOULD BE CHANGING AND GROWING TOO
BUT I CAN'T
I'M AFRAID THAT YOU WILL SEE WHO I REALLY AM
AND NOT BE ABLE TO OVER-STAND THE DEPTHS OF MIND OR
THE DIMENSIONS OF MY THOUGHT
I FEAR THAT MY PASSIONS WILL OVERWHELM YOU
AND YOU WILL FLEE
I WILL BE ALONE, AGAIN
IN THE DARK
WITH NO NORTHERN STAR
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