Stuck


When you're face deep stuck in the mud
Got yourself lost in a storm
Don't look for gospel in any form
Stop for a spell and think of your blood
Not family, brothers or kin
Nor ancestors alike
The life inside you that flows like a flood
A river so endless, lovely and deep
In and out like breathing and sleep
You'll realize the only cure
Is thoughts that are magically pure

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