When I want to be alone
I can’t seem to find a cave to hide out,
but when emptiness fills my soul,
echoes of my mind won’t stand beside me.
Sometimes, I think that up is up,
I step out on faith, and end up on my ass.
Seems like my world is upside-down.
It’s so hard to go against the status quo.
Maybe I’m just not standing tall
and fighting for what I want and so I fall.
It’s in me, I see it with  my mind’s eye,
so, how does a man give birth to vivid dreams?

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