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Bold

By Bruce Clifford

Sometimes I think thereís no way out
Sometimes I think Iím stuck in a rut
Trapped in my head
Things that Iíve said
Sometimes I think thereís no way out

Sometimes I see the lines through the trees
Sometimes I shake when thereís no give and take
Waiting for a change
I hate the rearranged
Sometimes I feel trapped all over again

Anticipation shakes me to the core
Worried that anything could walk through my front door

Sometimes I see all the things that should be
Sometimes I cry without knowing why
Shaking and turning during the night
A minute later Iím fine and everything seems right
Sometimes I wonder If Iím losing the fight

Sometimes I think thereís only a one road
Sometimes I feel thereís nothing left to hold
Trapped in my mind
Each moment in time
Sometimes Iím strong, undivided and bold

©8/4/17 Bruce Clifford


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