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These are the feet of my soul.
Walking on, through fields, through mud, through shit
My heart is light
it's beat the blood of my soul
But my head...
...that is the enemy...
It drags me down
tripping the feet
The neck aching,
merely the string of the pendulum.
My thoughts like a lead clock
Tikroktiktok
I can't turn them off.
I just sit there.
My life an
insignificant ember
in an eternal night sky
If only my head could tell me
that it is bright...