get a grip, I should tell myself,
in case
again
off my path I slip
too much to do…. to sit and ponder empty games
of
‘me and you’
too many tears to wipe away, to wonder how I’m going
to make you feel today
you feel Yourself. Not me.
so stop being blind and turn inward
see?
That is You. You never saw
Me.
how could you?
You were chained to home shore
whilst I was
f r e e
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Wow it's like me... I always talk to the mirror.
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