The words live in me
In the cave of my being
Sometimes they come out,
I roll them around on my tongue
I feel them slide out of the pen and onto the paper
There are waves of feelings
that arise doubting,
holding me to the fire
Will you wake? It seems to say
And this is how we play...
No regrets
just living this life I've been
given
Why won't you just write it down?
I WAS HERE
I write on the wall
in the cave of my being
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