31 March, 2016

Mania

Rebecca Mandabach

Its a powerful force sweeping over me.
won”t let me eat, won”t let me sleep.
Three days down this road there are people surrounding me.
I can see them but when I look they are gone.
Why do I have to be the one who flies without a plane,
whose willing to stand naked in the pouring rain?
When will the answers come?
Someday when my life is done?

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