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I am a red bird in a sea of blackness
Don't know if I'll land this
Land or sea makes no difference
A stand out, stand in
Made no plans to win
Hell... It is hard enough to begin
I am a red bird in a sea of blackness
Don't know if I'll land this
Land or sea makes no difference
A stand out, stand in
Made no plans to win
Hell... It is hard enough to begin
It would be terribly hard for someone to walk a mile in my shoes. There are times when I am completely free of shoes. There are other times when my feet are bound by wood... unable to move from the infectious state...
Sometimes i walk toward my horizon... taking steps toward my purpose and my dream. But then there are times when I am stuck going in circles... one leg planted will I move to the left flailing my arms... looking for focus...
For this reason I have two pairs for shoes... I don't know where my path will take me...
Perhaps
Marching over stones, kicking up dust.
Searching for something motivated by lust
Something I cannot trust
Blinded
Binded
Like my feet.