I stand on this bridge
In the middle of two...
Why me? Do I have to go through this?
Why did god put me on this earth...
Here we go again
Back to this place...
Today
Tomorrow...
Please disregard my outlandish hang-ups.
I loathe tight, fitted clothes...
In this world,
we have no choice what we're born as...
No man is an island,
Yet you can be that tree...
The north is a Savannah
The south is a sea...
As you walk, slow and awkward.
I see the roundness under your dress...
Once upon a magic world,
so far away but yet close to here...
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industrial smoke...
Possessions
By Mark Spencer...