Not knowing if the time is right
Feeling that life seems a little up
tight
Wondering around in a circle of fear
Not understanding the pain I feel.
Keeping a distant
Fearing that if I get too
close I will fall.
D
O
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N
Into a P
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T of sorrow and hurt.
Wondering what is really out there
S P A C E ?
U
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S
T
A
N
D
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G
? FEAR?!
Thinking that behind you stands another
door,
Eventually the doors go no where but in
in a continues form of mazes
Each one beginning where the other
leaves. (off)
Every lock penetrated by the past and
controlled by the future.
Really step back
and think
thoughts are the same way
No one knows your thoughts yet someone is always trying to read them
They know not what you think.......
If they did they wouldn't want to read them
S P A C E is filled with knowledge
Knowledge is the U
N
D
E
R
S
T
A
N
D
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G that things are not always what they seem.
Now do you know when the time is right?
Do things seem a little up tight
