I’m seeking something new

I’m seeking something true

As I collide through the hues

Blacks and blues

Sometimes no color for the bruise

Feeling worn and used

The tension is pressing against my message, as I’m walking through

The journey is grueling

Possibility’s fueling

Failure is past and moving

Success is coming to and

The cycle is proving

It’s all about the doing

I had to learn there is no help

I had to learn survive myself

To grab on and escape my hell

I’m crying, cuz often success is still a fail

An open book with much to tell

With pages burnt in the damaged tale

No one wants to hear the wail

From a beast trapped in a cage that fell

That’s why I howl when I rebel

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