The inner strangeness has cought up with me <br />It's come out from the inside of me, on purpose <br />Cause it aspires to reshape me again from the outside <br />But at the same time conspires to watch me and nothing collide <br />There's two to three possible journies ahead <br />Blank knows how to party <br />Blank never sleeps <br />I jump into the blank <br />Not knowing who to thank<br /><br />Renda Writer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/renda-writer-the-crossroads-i-guess/
