Just felt it, can't say it.
The Unknown
There it is, not under your bed
You're not quite sure what
Or where
But it's taking over
It's all in your head
Try to be strong
So you pick up a pen
You scribble the words
In invisible ink
That are all in your head
The tingle continues
A wrench in your throat
A stomach waiting to be untied
And nostalgia with every beat
Courses into your head
You fear what you see
For it is unknown
A desire to fly
Straight into it's bliss
It rests in your head
But let it come true
This wish
And I only hope
For this
My dream
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