like when lightning strikes
doubling back
going up to the skies
my mind so slow inside
everything is changing
not so much becoming solid
but liquid
its state flowing through me
i try to trudge on
just walking down the road
the sap in my legs
makes this trip so grueling
so where will i go?
i need a quiet place
but i cant be trapped
i need the consistent change
in my stage
will i turn the page?
the book of my life
is becoming a cage
the planets on which i hail
slowly forming
wicked and wild
in the pouring rain
mountains drowned
in the floods of my thought
peaking out
only to collect the sun
and then wash away in the breeze...
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