Solo,
Solution,
Soluble,
Can't seem to get my footing
There is no traction in my stance
Callused are the soles of my feet
Stuck in limbo once again
The in between, the uncertain, the independence
I march to no drum and have no motive to march
Tug my sleeve and remind me to breathe
and i will try not to choke on the debris
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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