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I am not of who I’ve been or who I will become,
There’s no escaping now until this moment’s course has run
Moving one step at a time,
Perhaps end over end,
I’ll stumble clumsily through the world like a feather in the wind.
I have internalized my darkness,
I am ready for the show,
Now that I’m everything you wanted,
You have no right to tell me no.
I’m collecting all the pictures,
I am opening the lines,
My precisely crafted message,
Will be shoved into your minds.
No it won’t be pleasant,
Try your best to not be fooled,
I might shine a little different,
I’ll use the same old rusty tools.
I’ve come to my conclusions,
I’ve had time to soak you in,
You have not been mindful of your refuse,
You thought you’d not see it again.
But I’ve been keeping track,
I’ve been sharpening my knives,
I’ve tallied all the reasons,
That we don’t deserve our lives.
So go on about your business,
I’ll let you know when I’m prepared,
It’s not a pretty picture,
but it’s something we can share.
I am not of who I’ve been or who I will become,
There’s no escaping now until this moment’s course has run
Moving one step at a time,
Perhaps end over end,
I’ll stumble clumsily through the world like a feather in the wind.
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