When the explosion rocked me- Life sent lessons in a whirling fashion- Grabbing one of them- Would have explained a small part of me- Grey love shouldered my head- Tried to hold me, when I couldn’t…for myself- That wasn’t right- So young with experience unborn- And stuck with this false impression- Of what life could have been- Not poised for this Pandora’s box- That creaked open- It was like a drug that piloted my wings- I flew with out ever landing- Shouldn’t have been a big surprise- Crashing with idealism first- Into treacherous rocky mountains-Birth sign: Libra
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