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When confusion begins,
I am my reticent self again
tired of your bullshit vows
dying for another ending phase
so many thoughts
and so many beings
captured in my mind
yet all that echoes through me
is my silent self
hold me within
where shadows disappear
and your prayers brighten my days
through endless circle of dust
and hurricanes in disguise
where they hang me on cross
and darken my wisdom of you
save me through your prayers
and bring me to myself
spirit upon spirit
as the birds begin to fly
in gardens of my silence
and so I shall speak again
when confusion ends.
06.06.05