Isolated psalm
Where do I scream when no one is around to hear my voice... Is it by choice that I have to make what shapes me into the belief of my own stupidity...In a malaise of blaze...my hatred runs ramped . I find solitude in my own confinement... So where do I go from here...the days are years and years are eternities, with a blink of an eye...I am no longer where I said I'd be...only these echoes bellows my existence. With persistence I show resistance to conformity...ejaculated moments of my isolation, has both mind and heart racing in the marathon of time...I bolt...I gleeful we where no one can never find me...although i rest soundly in the hearts of many... I also reside in the winters of plenty... But to have much of nothing... Parallels the life of the empty... Then when will my cup draw half full?
Where do I scream when no one is around to hear my voice... Is it by choice that I have to make what shapes me into the belief of my own stupidity...In a malaise of blaze...my hatred runs ramped . I find solitude in my own confinement... So where do I go from here...the days are years and years are eternities, with a blink of an eye...I am no longer where I said I'd be...only these echoes bellows my existence. With persistence I show resistance to conformity...ejaculated moments of my isolation, has both mind and heart racing in the marathon of time...I bolt...I gleeful we where no one can never find me...although i rest soundly in the hearts of many... I also reside in the winters of plenty... But to have much of nothing... Parallels the life of the empty... Then when will my cup draw half full?
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