I couldn’t sleep inside your troubled mind no longer
for you may be the wiser of the two much stronger
In between your troubled eyes I see your face of longing
One to hard to know its self any place belonging
But as your face will show its quiet control misleading
I wonder what could change the patterns you’re just reliving
The awe inspired of shock one’s raw fate receiving
To dwell beneath the surface burrowing its head so deeply
I know that it will take some time to come to its fruition
one must learn the proper time to use the ammunition
and as your pages turn each word I read forgiving
But through the lines I see the patterns your just reliving
But I couldn’t sleep inside the frame thats left remaining
One with two broken nails no picture left containing
soon enough you’ll be consumed by all this repetition
A lonely to way to live the days long beyond your wishing
And when the feeling goes its residue still lingering
I hope you somehow change those patterns you’re just reliving
The greatest ship will not pass me, the greatest self will never roam free.
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