Think I’m different
But I’m not
We all feel this pain
We all feel this joy
Most of us suck at poetry
Crave the gift
Of speech, of writing
To express all that is inside
But there is so much
Too much to say, too much to write,
Too much to comprehend in one single moment.
So here I sit
Listening to Audioslave
Expressing all I can
Don’t care what I write, as long as I do.
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