Keep Walking

Self Torture

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Steps thrown beyond time
Back or forth
A harvest of experience
Sharp or dull

Emotions ready to sin
Are senses sure of themselves

If I'm wrong
Correct me

It's a vicious circle
When blood reaches the brain
Things start to move
An undecided reflex
The birth of a perfect end

Through the storm
With the moving earth
Under an avalanche
Keep walking

If I'm wrong
Correct me

A look at every taken step
Light or heavy
The ability to say
It's good enough
Now or later

Through the storm
With the moving earth
Under an avalanche
Keep walking

Looks: ready to live

Are feet sure to walk