Safety pinned to his backpack
His backpack is all that he knows
Shot down by strangers
Whose glances can cripple
The heart and devour the soul
All alone he turns to stone
While holding his breath half to death
Terrified of what's inside
To save his life
He crawls like a worm from a bird
Crawls like a worm from a bird
***
Crippled
inward thinking,
self focus
mind freeze
soul stagnation.
More fear,
shortsightedness
the world's against you.
More fear,
backward steps
preserve yourself
you're unsure, retreating
hindered by conscience.
Cling to familiar
protect yourself,
walking now
you'll be crawling soon.
No guarantees
take a chance
move while you can.
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