Maybe I'm a lost soul
Maybe what i want is out of my reach
Maybe it's the guilt in me that's eating me alive
Maybe i think if I do this one right, i can rest thinking that my good outweighed the bad
Maybe i shouldn't blame myself at all
Maybe I was made to make things right
Maybe achieving flawless results will somehow absolve the burden I carry within
Even tho everything I do ends up in a tragic mess.
How much longer till i drown
In the ocean of my own making
Maybe I'm a lost soul
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𝑬𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒅
PoetryIt was an infinitesimal splash of time that I would revisit in my mind over and over again, searching for some clues, some hint of what might have happened to myself. Even after I became lost in an eclipsed reality, I would search the fleeing crowd...
