Intimidated by sounded air...
vibrating chords that bare no malice or rebuke
twists the ear of the timid listener
Shaking eyes and crying hands
gears go round and round
wrapping itself immovable
nothing has happened
but all is wrong...
trying to find peace in troubled seas
"why?" the question brews within
but no one can answer
enemy to yourself...
all steps taken forward are always reconsidered
never sure of your movement
mere breathing more normally
the gaze of a plain face
speaks volumes to you own idiosyncrasy
no world has ever pronounced...
no being has ever confirmed...
yet you feel inadequate?!
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