outpouring
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The voice of the clock ticks
As I sit & think
My time begins to shrink
Sitting in a room full of desperstion & need
Trying to put all the beeds onto one string
I feel alone in this empty shell
no one knows my hell
I thought I had control
But you wouldn't leave me alone
now I'm stuck in this house
You're a cat I'm a mouse
If I'm alive
I'm supposed to be where wings are made but I'm not sure how to fly yet.
When will that person come, to show me how to get to that place yet unknown?
That place where in my dreams is revealed but in life is classified.
