Awkwardness
Awkward situations
Embraces me through a dark road
Glaring dreams remains unsolved
Losing touch in oblivion
The awkward is myself
Lying on my back
On the cotton fields
Or among the tall trees
Hoping for some light
Thirsty for a sip of life
Belief...
Achieve...
Succeed...
Relief...
Then spirit sits on a back porch
Fingering the major chord
Living is contact...
And contact is the essence of our deepest
Awkwardness...
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