Open World by Kekal
And I face my own real self,
broken in an open world.
My heart beats a groove of grief,
bleeding to God in a path of pain.
Rhythms of anguish and desolation
move me into mournful consciousness.
While I still believe in a better tomorrow,
anxiety is on its way to consume.
And I face my own real self,
wounded in an open world.
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