The inner strangeness has cought up with me
It's come out from the inside of me, on purpose
Cause it aspires to reshape me again from the outside
But at the same time conspires to watch me and nothing collide
There's two to three possible journies ahead
Blank knows how to party
Blank never sleeps
I jump into the blank
Not knowing who to thank
Renda Writer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/renda-writer-the-crossroads-i-guess/
