I stopped speaking

I held ties in my mind

writing poetry in my head

fears, loneliness

and retracting back to darn

what lessons are held

settling down, plumged in the ground

If any or is that what we tell ourselfs.

Is sucess is a paycheck? What image is given or how one percieves what another can give. I took the image away

and realized not sure what's left to stand

tall maybe I'll fall right dead center

smacked in the face where 

belief is reality, what is reality

what world do you live in or 

planet better yet Billions on earth but the scales tipped.

I FEEL a bit alien in it all.

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