Sometimes I feel like a fly caught in a spiders web, struggling to break free of the strong fine silk which binds me. I wonder if I should struggle and make things worse, or lie still and endure this curse.
Other times I am tangled in thorns - sharp, and thick, through my skin they do rip. I wonder how I will loosen their grip. Every movement I do make, another bit of flesh they do take. If this is a dream I wish to wake.
Sometimes I am lost, as if in a dream. I look and all that was familiar is lost to me. Each step I take reveals to me, another path in front of me. I never know which path to choose, in each case something I do lose.
Other times I feel just grand. I know I where I fit in this great land. No fear or sorrow invades my mind. My heart is loving, warm and kind. Each step I take is straight and true, bringing me closer to what I love to do.
Other times I am tangled in thorns - sharp, and thick, through my skin they do rip. I wonder how I will loosen their grip. Every movement I do make, another bit of flesh they do take. If this is a dream I wish to wake.
Sometimes I am lost, as if in a dream. I look and all that was familiar is lost to me. Each step I take reveals to me, another path in front of me. I never know which path to choose, in each case something I do lose.
Other times I feel just grand. I know I where I fit in this great land. No fear or sorrow invades my mind. My heart is loving, warm and kind. Each step I take is straight and true, bringing me closer to what I love to do.
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