Stuck
Color inside the lines
Keep your eyes on the road
Get back inside the box-
Things I hear almost everyday
Leading me to the same place.
Caught between the middle
And the end-With nowhere else
To go-Give it all up or keep going-
My emotions have compromised
Every part of my essence
I am not allowed to move
Either forward or back,
This is the presence of all
Who come this way...All roads
Are the same whether it's a
Dead-end or just stuck in between.
Grow angel wings and fly
Away with me, Let us leave
The ground behind! Let our Dreams
Of Up take flight so we are
Never stuck or lost again.
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