It is truth or dare
Will life give out despair
Actions sought like the devil appears
This needs to stop
Under an unwanted telepathy
Mind every which way
There should be one direction
After deliberation
The target so clear but jaded
Faded
Only I, so there will not be a replacement
Anxious
Unnatural changes may take a turn for the worst
Living within the lines
Everything becomes dispersed
Opposites reversed
On a cycle
To the mountains
I am sure to always find my way
Home
There is my home
Where I sit alone
Loving quiet moments as they gradually pass along
William K. Butler
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