Happiness is crawling in between the wall and the bridge,
I can't travel to the other end because my hand can't reach,
Even when I'm motivated, yet my words can't preach,
I've been through thick and thin, yet love can't teach.
Who will spread a cotton duvet over my bleeding emotions?
I feel torture in between progress and stagnation,
Is it because I'm sensitive to the middle sensation?
I'm dumbfound in this art of collision.
Who listens to help and offers even without a consideration from the subconscious mind,
Yet I'm giving what I have for my weakest kind.
It doesn't matter if i come out clean or not but I'll know it's a fight we fought,
These are my thoughts.
