Night After Night
Night after night I lay upright,
thinking and wondering how ths ever came to be.
I, belly up,
examine lifes obstacles that constanly confront me.
Night after night I turn face down,
struggling to breathe the air of paradise.
I, back to the world,
turn away from all possible oppurtunities that suffice.
Night after night I balanced on one shoulder,
crying to a peak of resurrection.
I, chin up,
wake and know I'am headed in the the right direction.
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