of my heart brain soul
body as well
ask me hard
where are you
I search for
what may spell
a reply
a response
with
within
without
I waver at
my steps
at my own paths
some hazy
others I don't know
I see my own
melting
fast hard
bit a bit
tarmac of my making
un making
lets catch
its not what I feel
whispers
I tumble to catch
one by one
loose all
where I stand
asks my heart
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