One has to decide.......
Time is passing my self beyond what I cant see but feel strong the winds blowing my face and eyes not to see I cant help myself to stop but keep pushing my frail mind body up forward as the dust pinches my face and blinds my eyes I taste dust and hope for the rains I just wished away yesterday.
I need to go or do I really this question keeps me down from walking through this dusty rainless pinching sky I want to see as I reach the end of this course but I wonder if I can find an end to this trail that I trace in my head hoping to escape is it right to wish such an exit or should I push myself to battle through an endless month's long battle of living through which one says must be bitten like a rotten rodent but I dont know if I can keep chewing my teeth have all rotten and in this black gummy jaw I smoke a nicotine fire of frustration I need to feel my white white teeth.
I dont feel BA or MA I feel nothing when days are despair and heart is cold I feel not a wisp of warm salty tears running through my dry dry cheek and I constantly seek escapes running briefly through the gaps that I can peep through but at what price for a thing I cant even feel for what price a life I dont even need for what price can I keep being a fool that I have twice been.
Run RUN RUN RUNNING to a through dust filled atmosphere kissing your tender face through every step amplified by a wind field on a rush the other way you're running from it teases and pushes you and you are mocked and lonely on this empty journey you feel nothing by yourself except for a strong weak voice hailing from some place above begging you to decide and push on for the blood and pain in standing still cant be seen even up above where it is beyond pretty.
I need to go or do I really this question keeps me down from walking through this dusty rainless pinching sky I want to see as I reach the end of this course but I wonder if I can find an end to this trail that I trace in my head hoping to escape is it right to wish such an exit or should I push myself to battle through an endless month's long battle of living through which one says must be bitten like a rotten rodent but I dont know if I can keep chewing my teeth have all rotten and in this black gummy jaw I smoke a nicotine fire of frustration I need to feel my white white teeth.
I dont feel BA or MA I feel nothing when days are despair and heart is cold I feel not a wisp of warm salty tears running through my dry dry cheek and I constantly seek escapes running briefly through the gaps that I can peep through but at what price for a thing I cant even feel for what price a life I dont even need for what price can I keep being a fool that I have twice been.
Run RUN RUN RUNNING to a through dust filled atmosphere kissing your tender face through every step amplified by a wind field on a rush the other way you're running from it teases and pushes you and you are mocked and lonely on this empty journey you feel nothing by yourself except for a strong weak voice hailing from some place above begging you to decide and push on for the blood and pain in standing still cant be seen even up above where it is beyond pretty.