Right and Wrong
Emotions rise up like waves crash into the dunes
Salt permeates through cracks of sand and my dry worked hands
Train tracks they hold me back I see you at the station
A running sink and in a blink my mind is flooded
Flowing tears I remember the years the old fears
Encapsulated intoxicated my feet aren't to move
This playlist my wishlist at the coffeehouse I search for ways to numb
That pain it drains it pours right out of me
So fast in a flash like those thoughts they told me were too quick
So I sip anything that brings me back to center
But I enter a spiraling oscillating confusing sphere
What is right and wrong?
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