I walk thru this moral labyrinth
And every turn that I take
starts to feel like a mistake
and the walls start moving in
when the pressure builds
and I stop to take a break
so I can get high on the lines of
poetry to remake
and rebuild
and reflect why I’m here
thirstin for knowledge in this desert state of affairs.
when it feels like quenching that thirst is hopeless and I know this
I get restless and throw this
poem out there to remind myself
the key is within me.
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