Can you hear the voice calling me to venture out of my space
from my sanctuary to a cruel and heartless place
Trying to changed and bend my mind to its will and me being me just couldn't be still,
Constantly calling and tempting me to prove it wrong that I'm not afraid of the place where it belong
But I refuse of being a puppet of anyone or anything. but in my lost of concentration I succumbed and was bend to the its will
Final I'm at peace and now here i stand never to leave the cold and barren land
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Interlude
PoetryA book of poems and random thoughts a book of turmoil and how I'm lost without a cause read this this I think you'll enjoy it, but please do remember I'm not a real poet
