Song of doubt
The honesty of the rain is too silent to take
Introspection, the fever too strong to brake
The growth of the haze, the fierce lacking
The show of the craze is in the lost tracking
There hasn’t been the pavement for so long
The road built for yourself grown weak from strong
You breathe yourself the whispers but you can only listen
In silent voice, in silent movement you will only glisten
Sat there in the bridge from dream and earth
Waited in the dullness for the birth
How long shall the waiting that wanes even live?
In the solid truth of yourself, you give
But you dare not move from the fear is yet at the peak
And yourself is the vividness of strength to weak
But the wind moves and you may not live inward nor in out
And in your violent records, that plays your song of doubt
Lex
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