Thursday, August 13, 2015

Call me miss

Waiting for the runners to catch me in the race
every way I turn I get kicked in the face
quickly taking every bend
still anticipating the end
I'm no longer trying to hide
I'm just trying to quicken my stride
just another actor in the show
what scene is next, no one knows
feeling so small
waiting for the curtain to fall
blood spilled on the page
the demystification of another sage
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