Saturday, January 9, 2016

All The World's A Stage


They turn and twist
for me, they play
They ride in waves coming forth
And retreat, like foreplay
 
This world it breathes me in
to spit me out, everyday
I fit right in before
I don't belong, broken clay
 
You dance to the music
in my head, as you pass me by
I see new faces on
the same souls, quite like mine
 

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