Damn
Tankers nestle in silvered blue
Golden silence softens through
Up and yonder pillows stretch straight
Measuring a distance told to wait
Pillars of reflection hold tight
A hoping for an unfair fight
Drifts are dissolved inside fear
Windows glisten, broken by a tear
Again it takes the solemn reigns
Every step is either loss or gains
Look out for the hidden choice
Listen so silently to that voice
Its not yours or theirs, its mine
Drop it, leave it, its all fine
Its telling, asking, threatening
Ignore it and it is deafening
There is space, it hurts, its tried
Those words are true, you lied
Lay down the bulls tough stance
Stand alone, twirl, don’t dance
Its your way and no one can
So grab on, don't give a damn.
EaS
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