Here I am locked in a room with four walls,
In my hand was four bright glowing colors,
In the critics of argument,
My thought takes a dim view.
There I was standing far and free from the same four walls,
Holding this time four dark blooming roses
In the circle of mystification,
Embracing all genres with many phases.
I didn't say i got it figured out
I didn't say i know it all
I didn't say i could walk blindfolded
I never said i was good at playing the stare game
All i'm saying is i can't have it all
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Silent Echoes
PoetryWelcome To The World Of Poetry I'll take you to the world of no return where emotions are poured out regardless of how heavy it is to say out I'd rather let my heart speak than let it bleed from silence Get ready for life's give away of the ugly...
