My Feverish Heart


spotlights at night are flashing through the dark
silverish lights slice the obscurity
of place, of names, of purposes that
slip in the crowds of faces with hats and coats
I’ll call them strangers, as I call
my deep limb tongue
We’re all looking for something,
something so bright until we’re all blinded
I guess that’s how this life goes
Cause sometimes we’re all searching something unseen, in uncertainty
to gamble all the happiness in life

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