I swear to the skies,
And every blade of grass -
I try with all my might,
But my mind I cannot grasp.Maybe it's just my genes,
Perhaps they're too tight.
But I'm sure somewhere in the abyss,
Is where my feelings hide.If I ran, I could catch them.
My head and heart, they might stay,
Or fade like a drop of sunlight
On a beautiful rainy day.So much physical work for them.
It's almost too painful to be done,
To catch those things that don't exist -
That only matter to one.
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