You keep telling me
That it will get better
And I keep asking:
When?
You tell me that I will reach
The greatest heights
But I don't know
How long that it's been
I keep waiting
And muscling my way
Yet is there a mountain
Or just a baracade?
Where am I going?
Where do I stand?
In the heat of battle
Do I know who I am?
You sit so assured
In the world we breathe
And suppose you're not to blame
But I stand on a precipice
So fragile today
No, I can't keep waiting
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoetryDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
