Pardon me one moment,
while I don’t trust myself.
Can’t stand for another mutiny,
From my soul,
From my soul.
So, I’ll sit awhile here and ponder,
cause’ I can’t be caught out of my mind,
Out of my mind,
It’s not hard to find.
Cause I wear my mind,
On my skin,
On my skin.
Could I ever win,
With my heart on my skin,
With my heart on my skin?
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Whoa, It's the anthem of every soul that’s felt too open in a too-closed world. Incredibly done, Jesse! ✨
Beautifully written
Love the photo! Beautiful piece 😊