The breaking point

The breaking point

It’s pointing at you

It’s looking at you

Your mind becomes a playground

Too many things to experience

Your eyes prance stomach laugh

But it’s pointing at you

That moment when you.

Remind yourself to look

Straight in the eyes of the breaking point.

Tears stroll down to your face

Like a child you feel

Lost you feel

Confused you feel.

This is just a reminder that

You have come so far

Come from the roots of the woods.

You remember the lakes that used to run aside from where you once where.

The swing and the laughter.

Until you absorbed the world like

A sponge that had been disregarded as waste.

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