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If I told you take your sweet time
The remains of my lifetime
I said it through believing eyes
Promising any number of hours
I’ll just be over here on a shelf
Having a cigarette
Waiting

Well, you know me
Always the optimist
The daydreamer with you
My sheer will ran dry
Three months and I did the math
There’ve been three lies
There’ve been three strikes

Netflix and Nike

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Race on
For what choice do we have
Time neither ceasing
Nor waiting for us
Desiring to reach back
To grant wings to these feet
Hail thee, titans of victory
We made it to the day’s end
And in the morning
Pray, we shall, for safekeeping
To the comedy gods

Lift Off

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Become again the albatross
Wings spread, but grounded

Some will stand, stunned
Warmed and smiling
‘Neath the light reflecting
Safely from your feathers

Others will stare, studying
Threatened and deciding
Comfort zones, they
Too far from your glory

Such allegorical drag!
Let it be your lift

To Love

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Love will become
If you let it
Tired
Alone-on-a-shelf-feeling
Wondering if it’s worth the fight

If you so choose

With spine strait and strong
Trumpeting, “Gonna Fly Now”
Renewed
If you let it
Love will remain

Original Thought Credit: Theme from Rocky, “Gonna Fly Now”

All is All

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I thank you
That you
Who saw me as I am
Refused to let me be

All I could be
Is all you saw

I thank you
That you
Rejected me
As such

This helped me see
You