poem
the art of silence
lost and lonely
the turbulent winds carry me
to places unfamiliar
where or what they turn out to be
is completly utterly unknown to me
i follow my instincts which are often wrong
i try logic and that also is wrong
so i'll do what i can
learn what i can
get over what i can
apply what i can
from what i learned
when i can
i will fight
this endless fight
someday may i find
peaceful night
peaceful flight
lost and lonely
the turbulent winds carry me
to places unfamiliar
where or what they turn out to be
is completly utterly unknown to me
i follow my instincts which are often wrong
i try logic and that also is wrong
so i'll do what i can
learn what i can
get over what i can
apply what i can
from what i learned
when i can
i will fight
this endless fight
someday may i find
peaceful night
peaceful flight
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