 Turbulence
Turbulence
I am on my way to something small
The turning of a year and I am raw
Stripped away surrounded by the trees
On mountains urging me to fall asleep or
Fall in love and crumble while you can
Freeze the world in time to understand
A way to trust in turbulence
Wonder how much longer we can take
That's silly we can last at least a week
The turning in my stomach has increased
And no one knows like branches how we sleep...
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