composure.
time spent fighting
realizing
that the world is but a compass.
roll over. roll over.
in under your covers.
it's only some thunder
up at night
down come day.
wandering on forever this way.
who? what? when? why.
questions unanswered,
demands made on time.
soothing sights
alive in my head
appease the fire
yearning for life again.
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