8 april 2015
Drifting
My tortured mind sores through the sky
Sarching the ground for a safe place to land
Once on the ground I can't seem to stand
My mind spins with constant confusion
I wonder around like a drifter
Knowing not where to go
As I look to the future I cannot forget the past
I try to fly again but constantly fall to the ground
Like a flightless bird I can only dream of what used to be
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