Heating under the sizzle pressure
it make a smile upon the hill;
breezing through the maze
making time to puzzle up.
The earth is always round
making the people look tiny;
screaming their energies out
to have anyone but them shield under.
Looking into the mirror wondering what their results come
but never get what they want;
making something out of them
no worth experiencing on.
Always looking behind themselves
afraid of the outcome;
making everyone else life worse
when the anger is their past thinking.
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Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
