Eyes that struggle
To keep their fixation
Thoughts that are troubled
In self-condemnation
Feet not in balance
Void in my speech
Engulfed by the malice
That often I seek
Poisonous cup
No longer I drink
For my worlds run amuck
And prevents me to think
To think of the goodness
Of love that is true
I run from this mess
And run straight after You
To fly out to You
And avoid everything else
To start off brand new
In discovering self
The real self, the one
You called me to be
Hold back nothing now
For now, I am free
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