Flying from the fight. 1995.

Living in a state of mind.

Striving for peace, but stumbling blind,

Unable to leave behind

Those remembered,deeper waves of being.

 

Ignoring the vices that I keep

Hidden and out of sight.

Crying in the wilderness

And flying from the fight,

Flying from the fight.

Crying in the wilderness

and flying from the fight.

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