i keep asking myself that
am i a friend unto myself
if so why do i feel so much woe
why is it i can't comfort myself in the middle of the night
who is it missing when i squeeze myself and say it's alright
you will make it there in thought unknown
you will make it there
you will find your way home
it is not you who is lost
it is the world who has not been found
the inhabitants do not see through your eyes
they do not feel the duty in the beauty round
to keep her whole and safe
do not let her soul escape
with your last breath
breath into the life that once was yours
without the strife
of keeping it together
so tightly wound was the earth to others bond
that all was
free to be
the ecstasy of simply me
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