Falling in the Open
Years have passed, time has flown;
My heart has wandered on its own
Endlessly I sat alone,
Waiting for the day that change would come.
Here I sit, upon my throne
Built inside my failure zone;
I ponder my future, yet unknown
While the world sits spinning on.
When my emotions rise,
and my heart unties,
and no one hears my lonely cries
to the world does my pen write.
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