Open
I think Imma just drown in my sorrow
I'll go to sleep praying for a better tomorrow
Time was never given to us so we take and we borrow
Thinking thats the only way to reach our desires
I feel like that's a shame
No one remember's my name
So I create a world where I am the leader and king
But
I stray away from conflict in my pacifist ways
Dreaming that tomorrow will be a cloud less day
But
It's rainy
I feel as if I'm crazy
For thinking that my life would be better than shame
I'm hopeless
At least I'm open
I think I'm open
I try to be Open
When I can
Which is never
When am I ever
Open feels like forever and
Closed is an endeavor
But the book is unsealed
My past will be revealed and when I finish this wave that I'm coastin
I think then and only then
Will I be Open
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