In this blind period, in this strange moment
Ban to be afraid of what has been made
Here and there. You're full of strengths : Take off shades !
Show your abilities to the world : Vent
The best of your insides, and over-pass
Each bump, single hitches, any hurdle -
Even stitches can't stop you, nor girdles.
You have the mastery to turn on gas !
( Mika - Boom Boom Boom )
Blast your stereo, and never lay shy
Your energy is far needed right now.
But listen to Mika teacher who knows
How harsh a war could be - Aim to the sky ;
Yet take it easy. You're not in Beirut
Therefore you want to take it very fast,
The journey has a stretching lengthy route -
Relax ! Just take it easy ! You will last !
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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