Let it out.
Let it all out.
Left, Right, Left
The beat continue on,
Left, Right, Left
towards nothing, once more?
Left it on the table again.
Can't seem to speak of the unspeakable, again.
Only they could have an answer, lend a "sympathetic ear".
Yet, the phony in their faces won't even allow me to steer near.
The plan is to continue making more.
The truth...probably work, no more.
...'til it is convenient, until it is needed...
when it won't be fresh, when I could be lost...
in this go around, in this time around, have I accomplished more?
It feels like this trajectory could finally be the formula I had been waiting for.
Sacrificing more than I can chew.
Worried of loosing
...me...
Thinking of it though, it never really worked out before.
The time for re-envention is today,
To type away....
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