A Step forward turn right...
But I take a backwards left.
Again.
Again.
Again...
Turn around look ahead...
But I look behind.
Doing nothing might as well be the same as being dead.
Voices at the hill.
Eyes down below.
"One Step forward"...
But I can't move at all.
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Misster Normal (A Poetry Collection)
PoesíaEveryone's different. But everyone has the same standards to be normal. So... what is exactly being 'normal'? Please note that every persona is different to represent everyone (although some may share things in common). Credits to the artist for the...
