Clear vision come to me
Take every thought and make them agree
Fiend Negativity
I'm tired from our war, tempted to concede
Inability to see

There's no control, my dear
Awakened by bleak surrealness of fear
There's not controlling me
Bind me, I'll break from every degree
Inability to exist and be

Feel you reach for me
Warmth from the hands that loosen me free
Inability ever to concede
Everything I need is here standing before me

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Writer(s): Naa-Young Hirschmann