I’m torn and fixed
No matter what it cost me to repair.
I’m all dressed up without underwear,
The words of prayer being mixed.
I’m universal, I’m the universe itself!
An open book with folded pages here and there,
Too many thoughts for those who’re unaware,
The type to rest on one of dusty shelves.
I’m far and close
Addicted to this overwhelming nonsense,
From fingertips to toes wild voices
Make body move
As if there’s something to expose.
I’m all and nothing at a time
No strings attached between my words and actions.
I even hardly know what is mine.
Disbalance
© Copyright: Это Всё Ещё Она, 2020
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