conscience becoming

If i cry, and no one is there to see it

Is it meaningless?

If i close off, and you hear the door slam

do you feel victorious?

If im smiling, and you sense it

Do you have to crush it?

And as my feet dangle off

becoming one of the stars up above

I listen closely

as the tides go down

as they crush and drown

as the moonlight on the creek

thins to oblivion

you reach a peak

of self realization

when enough is enough

The End

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