Zywa
Held True
In the street people are weighed
down in the invisible coats
of other people's suspicions
Of course, someone shouts
They have a bad conscience
This is how we are trapped
my need to live
locked up in a cave
of my thoughts
with narrow eyes
desperately searching
for a way out
of the dense nets
knitted from misunderstandings
and finally floating away
from reality
Nowhere a place
to land
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