Fucking turtle.
Stays in it's shell where it knows it's safe.
Comes out only when it the coast seems clear.
Attempts to take a step forward, only to get stunned by the hand that feeds.
That turtle isn't gonna come out in a long time.
I dunno one of those deep thoughts only a blunt can create.
So it's been a while since I've written.
So suffice it to say, nothing has been going on.
Or, my focus has shifted toward something that I believe could be something more personal.
These "walls" they speak of. Like the Berlin wall, it's gotta come down sometime.
Chip away, and sooner or later someone will just climb over it.
What's on the other side of that wall?
No one to greet me.
So I climb back, only to return upon welcoming hands.
I'm almost over the wall and I look back to see u running.
And wonder if I should turn back, here I wait on my knees.
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