pain
and there's a shadow near my bed
leaning in too close to my face
trying to read my fear and
get inside my head
my veins are hot and I am
overheating
my heart is tired of being caged
repressed
the burden has became a monster
in newsprint
and they're asking me
to believe in it
so
I am looking for a safe hiding place
for the piece of my soul that they think
is theirs for stealing
I refuse to be turned into a transparent
voiceless ghost racing with the present
to find the past was a pretty printed
hook line that caught me in my eye
and made me doubt that
a hummingbird can sing
and a honeybee can fly
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