avenue of explanation

The real story of life is expressed in my thoughts of critical nature
I only fall in the realm of simplicity
My real factor is loose at best
The feeling of my adoration is some what cloudy
This expression is sometimes heart felt goodness with a touch of tenderness
I am the result of air swimming in motion
My body is critically wounded by my own way of walking
Do you ever have the urge
Can my brain always be racing in one thought or another
I am the first but I seem to be second
Can I believe my own thoughts are random impulse
I will always think you love me
Even when you rip my heart to shreds
That reality splits me at the core
I dream of you

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