this emptiness i feel inside
brings questions to my mind
i may lack vision but
don’t hide the view from me
i believe that the trust we built
is like a monument made from steel
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Turning Point
this emptiness i feel inside
brings questions to my mind
i may lack vision but
don’t hide the view from me
i believe that the trust we built
is like a monument made from steel
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