I am tied to the whipping post
And whipped because I am standing still
Because of a conglomeration of thoughts
That require a hint of understanding and a pill
You close your mind and make your demands
I feel a stripe
I know there is some one who will accept me
But I feel the time is not right
I have absorbed as much as I can hold
Now I am dripping with hurtful fragments left in the water
To speak my mind is foul, uncanny, dissappointing in view to so many and
misunderstood so why bother?
To err is human and forgive divine
But I am crushed by the breath that curses me and adjusting the moral line
I feel my spirit slip away from grace and humanism appear
I want to go back a step but the sand has covered the tracks
The path has disappeared
Where do I go and what do I do?
Move forward, look up, seize the moment and push through

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