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Within the Inside

By Bruce Clifford

My phone hasnít rung in a month or three
Unless itís spam or make-believe
Itís a quiet world from within the inside
Not sure if this is a way to survive

I havenít had a point of view
Nothing matters in this solitude
Like a refugee on an empty sea
This is how life seems to be

So many nights without a sign
Spinning shadows and cosmic rewind
Itís a lonely world from within the inside
Itís the only thing thatís keeping me alive

I havenít had a welcomed glance
Not ever willing to take a stance
Like a butterfly caught in a shallow breeze
Bringing grown men to their knees

My phone hasnít rung for a very long time
The only ones calling are pitching their signs
Itís an empty world from within the inside
Not sure if this is a way to survive

©9/1/2020 Bruce Clifford


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