Return to Sender

I feel like I'm over thinking the problem
At times giving pain too much power
I watch the time, not so I won't be late
Instead I'm counting down to the final hour
Something feels like it's drifting floating further away
So I stand on needles waiting for that chance
To choose my death over their dishonor
But no longer fully sure who "they" are anymore
My confusion and paranoia rising
And my heart rate is slowing
When I think its about over I notice a length to the story
Will is soon be over or just the next chapter in the run
I can only breath for one somehow I do speak for some
Maybe that's why my thoughts are so jumbled
Praying is trying and hope is twisted
Than it starts to feel pointless to think hard about the masses when most can careless
The passion is dying the paralyzes is rising
Maybe that's why I stay on the outside
Walking through the fog alone because when I try to give
I notice my sacrafice is being returned with trouble

Jalili B. Jimiyu

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