Confines

Things that weigh heavy

Charges laid without a crime

How long till it becomes already?

Head is full of nothing at all times


Dig in the dirt to get to my new home

Looking for a place that I can’t roam

This man’s castle is underneath his throne

Head and heart are body parts unknown


Butterflies and landmines

Warm milk and monkeyshines

Shangri-la and columbines

Feeling the wind in small confines


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