I’m bound to overwhelming emptiness,
The way a horse is bound to its harness.
I always get myself inside a bubble,
Hoping to keep myself out of trouble.
But is that possible? I’m not damn sure,
In such a painful state we just endure.
For many years I’ve been telling myself
We just can’t keep sitting on the shelf.
Thousands of people alas have nothing to say,
They think they can be out of trouble this way.
They do cry their hearts out but secretly,
Not knowing that they order their own death
By remaining silent and holding their breath.
So think it over, overcome your fear
Before it’s too late and the cost is dear.
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