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An evening when subai said, "I am ready to pass through any storm each day"
Where do I begin?
Where do I find?
And I can only blame myself
For all the spoken words
And the misunderstood terms
Swallowed by the energy
Hungry for some answers
Its immediate with blurry vision
Its desperation to reverse all the lines
I sit on the chair
And think real hard
This is for now
It comes like a storm
I cut myself open, hoping to find it all
I could cover the pages and write it all
This is a storm that passes
Could be every day
Could hit you hard
Its how you let it in
Ensued by the gentle wind
Together to make you forget and forgive
You have cut me open, put me on line
You have made me realise
The the simplest of task
Is to get misplaced, to take into the journey of finding.
Where do I find?
And I can only blame myself
For all the spoken words
And the misunderstood terms
Swallowed by the energy
Hungry for some answers
Its immediate with blurry vision
Its desperation to reverse all the lines
I sit on the chair
And think real hard
This is for now
It comes like a storm
I cut myself open, hoping to find it all
I could cover the pages and write it all
This is a storm that passes
Could be every day
Could hit you hard
Its how you let it in
Ensued by the gentle wind
Together to make you forget and forgive
You have cut me open, put me on line
You have made me realise
The the simplest of task
Is to get misplaced, to take into the journey of finding.
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