TIME SLIPS THROUGH MY FINGERS LIKE SILK
LIFE SLIPS THROUGH MY FINGERS LIKE SAND
WHAT AM I
WHO AM I
DOES ANYONE KNOW WHO I AM?
BELIEF IS SO EASY TO FORGET
CHANGE IS SO EASY TO AVOID
BUT WHAT IS ONE TO DO
WHEN THEY ARE CAUGHT IN THE IN BETWEEN
THE MERGING OF THE TWO,
LOST IN THE WHITE NOISE?
THE IN BETWEEN
IS A SCARY PLACE
THE IN BETWEEN
IS A PURGATORY
FOR WANDERING SOULS
HA. WHEN DID I BECOME
A WANDERING SOUL?
GOD FORGIVE ME
FOR BEING SO
STUCK
FOR BEING SO S T U C K
FOR LOSING THE FLEXIBILITY THAT ONCE
MADE MY SPIRIT SOAR
I SWEAR I'LL FIND IT AGAIN
I'VE GOT TO FIND IT AGAIN.
I'LL DIE IF I DON'T FIND IT AGAIN.
where is it?
YOU ARE READING
THE AFTER ALL.
Poetryi just speak what's on my mind, and record what's in my heart.
