It isn’t just let go..
There’s a dark isolated road..
Filled excessively with snow.
It isn’t just I know..
There are eyes that stare..
Even when there isn’t a show.
It isn’t just slow..
There are times when awake..
When all there is a blatant glow.
It isn’t just a role..
There are parts which are played..
Unknowingly without soul.
Whereas wishes get stuck..
In a you know then what zone..
Where you are the known..
And you know exactly where you are going.


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