Smeared in a puddle of
The stickiness of my own awe
Every attempts failing
To take out the stuck foot
With that goat skin boot
Some force pulling me down
Making me drawn
My power become as breakable
As a fragile vase of glass
My feelings tangible
And rigid as a rock
They scrutinize my being
My way of taking myself
When I struggle to free
My legs out of the hardening
Soil of futile trials...
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