Pull me closer
I feel torn apart
Then I wonder
If it's a sin
To be anxious at being
torn apart
If I look back
I lose my soul
If I move forward
I lose myself
Seems impossible
Not to chase lesser loves
Seems impossible
Not to try
Seems impossible not to
live for myself
Seems impossible to do otherwise
I've had a thousand cries
And I've rerouted twice
as many times
But my head never fully turned
to the other side
And I stayed where I was
In the dry, burnt sand.
Touchable pleasures
Trumped untouchable treasures
Maybe I've half-turned for the last time.
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