Wayward

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wayward: difficult to control or predict because of wilful or perverse behaviour
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why do i feel like i’m drowning?
from false burdens and facade

running out my breath
sinking to some unreachable abyss

like i'm going berserk
not feeling like my own

why do i feel like i’m falling?
when i'm nowhere near edge

helpless, vulnerable stream flocculating on thin surface
where the wind is only bliss

like going to deep dark end
a tunnel with no light in future

why do i feel sadness?
bottling thoughts and inner trauma inside like flames

i can feeling raindrops spiritually
perpetually pouring, never stopping

like i'm loosing my temper
throwing invisible lamp to near smashed glittering glass doors

trying harder, to infinite extent
as far as my fragile hands can reach

perceiving high and low at the same time
going through uptown happiness with downtown despondence

enduring everything at once
an unfathomable experience

fighting an obscure fight
a abstruse of cobwebs painting shadows

feeling like i'm fading away, fadin'
on and on

into sleek style of life
into epoch of time
as icy rasp fogs

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