It’s mine.
I will own it.
I will never let it go.
Don’t expect me to forgive
And don’t request I give it up.
Sometimes, something comes along
Requiring someone else be strong
Because I’m not intelligent enough to understand
Instead, I’ll jot it down to memory
Crease and fold and make it linger
Age the wrinkle in my brain
And tie a string to every finger
I will never live it down, I vow
And pound my fist for meaning
Curse the cynic’s mighty temper
Bend my back to accept reason
So it goes, and I believe
There is nothing left to think
Maybe time will heal the holes
And let you ease your aching bones
A time for sowing, and for reaping
Come and gone, long ago
And a possibility takes flight
And lifts above the chaos
Now once more, you wave your hand
And time becomes my god again
So all is lost, you flourish most
And disappear in dark
Point your toes
Dismiss me
I will go.
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