Wade Johnson

Sensing that I'm an outcast

My identity I keep concealed

No faith for restoration

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Please accept my shyness

Don't get my message blurred

My discourse has definition

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Looking elegant as they sweep the sky

Their majestic flows

They sit to converse with me

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My weakening essence

It causes me to feel small

Joy is hastily encircling

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Drifting in disorientation

Living a plot with many twists

Going astray has commenced

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Laying on my back

Peaceful is how I feel

As I gaze up into the stars

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Everyday is a battle

Troubles starting to boil

A delayed pulverization

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Good reasoning has gone barren

A mental drought

Cleverness is absent

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Is anybody out there?

Should I bellow?

Can you hear me?

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It started when I woke up from sleep

The sun was hiding and the sky was gray

The day looked uninviting

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