In the Eye of the Hurricane
Confused and focused
Thirsty and hungry for work
Stuck in the mud of lack
Hoping for luck
Hope fading into the distance
Signs of sinking
Like stepping on quicksand
Trapped in self made cages
Impossible impossed onto my mind
The credden credence
Correspondence from myself
Correlated by self-doubts
The manace managed by self pity.
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