The sun comes up then sets each day,
What if it doesn't want to, and is trapped in a way?
The moon frees the sun, they seldom meet,
Under the orange skies two grateful friends greet.
I long for this partnership, as it's getting too heavy,
The burdens of this world, the prices are so hefty,
Is there an aim I am unaware about?
I've so much anger in me and so much doubt.
My mind is a prison and I'm locked inside,
With no bars, just walls, from every side,
I've thoughts that flow like neverending rain,
No stations in between, it's a worn out train.
I've longed to go home, from one place to another,
But never found a haven, not even with my mother,
She's as fine as silk, as are the ones around me,
I feel like I'm stuck where I'm not supposed to be.
How do you explain that feeling in your gut?
When no one gets it, how did I get into this rut?
I'm delving in the past, I'm fretting about the future,
Imagining an apocalypse, maybe i'll be freed sooner.
My home will not be made of bricks,
Neither wood, nor glass, nor stones nor sticks,
My home will be someone who has the key
To my door-less mind and he'll set me free.
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