what will i do, for what to be done


flight of the stars
as i sat upon my chair, 
unto my walls, i stare where i paste my goal for the year
what will i do, for what to be done
for the love of life not to be able to say goodbye before i was gone
i slowly write through the night  
Icarus falls on my ear
slowly i revive what anxiety and depression has done to me in a the past
something outside me i see today 
it's nothing that bothers me
as i fulfill my sacrificial roll
in such motion, i feel empty to my soul 
for i worry no more


love

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