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Undefined me
The more I sit the more I become absent minded
Undecided dreams, no direction, no motivation
All is clear is left behind depression
Built up pressure, judgment, misdirection
Lacking sense, communication
Who can I run to
Who can I hold on to
Back against the wall
Do I continue to fall
I'm trying to find me
The passionate woman who loves it all
Who wears love on her sleeve
The one who can breathe
That won't let the walls close in
The woman who knows the road will never end
With the pebbles and cracks in every step
Full of stride full of pride
Handling every trial and tribulation
No speculation of destruction
Only aspiration
That woman was me
That woman is me....
The undefined me
SIERRA PAYTON-FIELDS
