Mandala (Indigo)
The Dear Hunter
I lost my place in the world
It left me behind
Now my soul is undone
And my mind is free to roam around
Thoughts drip down to words
On a page I'll scrawl in a foreign tongue
Circles tending towards the center
Lead you back to none
You can cry
You can beg
You can plead
You can pray
You may doubt it apathetic
But you never have control
You saw what you wanted
But the rest was terrible
Pull back the curtain
And reveal a guilty soul
The veil can be lifted
And the well will overflow
You've been here before
You've seen it all
But your conscience won't recall
And your eyes are barely wide enough
To recognize what your heart keeps giving up
And someday it might win
If your mind's giving in
Just try and love yourself
Or do your best 'til then
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