[402] Better Days

My body remembers ⁣
what my mind ⁣
tends to forget ⁣
Gulf of responsibilities⁣
I avoid⁣
just to feel your scorn ⁣
to keep me alive⁣
I’m afraid to call this feeling⁣
a feeling lest it turn real⁣
I’m afraid to listen to birds⁣
lest I get lost somewhere ⁣
where nobody lives
Peripheral vision ⁣
has become experiments⁣
in spontaneity that ⁣
others choose to ignore⁣
Everyone has their eyes fixed⁣
on the prize which is wrapped⁣
in explosives of their spiritual side⁣

I don’t like the way I’m going⁣
I have lost a lot of memories⁣
that I could have made⁣
I have lost a lot of people ⁣
that could have stayed⁣
Things I know to be true⁣
don’t seem to be true ⁣
when the need to explain⁣
comes in the way ⁣
No one ever feels⁣
the need to explain their path⁣
to others or even themselves⁣
when everyone else is on ⁣the same
but the one I want to take ⁣
needs an articulation ⁣
when it’s pitted against ⁣
the usual scenic route⁣

My intuition is the answer

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