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So Many… People (Me)
So many people going by
Locked on their path
Locked up inside
So many bones wrapped up and scrapped
With scars in the marrow
Their tellings all trapped
So many windows, windows to see
Contrived adaptation,
No room to flee
So many lost, too little found
All tripped up
Laying exposed on the ground
So many worries lay in my head
Bottled backwards
All the things that I’ve fled
Stop moving, freeze in place
Hold out those mirrors
So I can see my own face.
Locked on their path
Locked up inside
So many bones wrapped up and scrapped
With scars in the marrow
Their tellings all trapped
So many windows, windows to see
Contrived adaptation,
No room to flee
So many lost, too little found
All tripped up
Laying exposed on the ground
So many worries lay in my head
Bottled backwards
All the things that I’ve fled
Stop moving, freeze in place
Hold out those mirrors
So I can see my own face.
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