Hannah Owens - What's Left

Feels like I'm walking on a tightrope,
Can't hardly breathe
While eyes look through a kaleidoscope,
It becomes difficult to believe

The hues form a combination
Delicate like fragile glass,
On the brink of contemplation
Waiting for the motion to pass

My limbs become still,
Thoughts linger in the air
Reality is suddenly surreal,
What rationale is there left to spare?

Hannah Owens

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