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Heartbeat in My Ears
Brimming with suggestions of creativity, I close my eyes in retreat
Visions form from nothing
Back to hands placed on my forehead in prayer
For sickness to wane and for me to be myself again
To shameless tears of love turned into questions of self-worth
When I hear my name, I am sure it is because I have failed
I've lost myself
In a buzz of jealousy and bitterness
Instead of precious art, and soul, and curiosity
Who have I become?
A rushed line drawing on an unwanted scrap of paper
I retract
And fall through space
Experiencing a near collision with who I aspire to be
We graze fingertips without a connection
An impending flatline
This will mean the cessation of life for a joyous, carefree, weird being
I rebound towards hope like a pendulum, aiming to lose a bit of this overzealous momentum
I do not want to miss this opportunity again
It's such hard work, but I will be the freedom I once was
The freedom I always have been but was guided away from
My eyes open just as my reality and dream states combine, fused in love
I choose to live on for them
A hero, unsung
Visions form from nothing
Back to hands placed on my forehead in prayer
For sickness to wane and for me to be myself again
To shameless tears of love turned into questions of self-worth
When I hear my name, I am sure it is because I have failed
I've lost myself
In a buzz of jealousy and bitterness
Instead of precious art, and soul, and curiosity
Who have I become?
A rushed line drawing on an unwanted scrap of paper
I retract
And fall through space
Experiencing a near collision with who I aspire to be
We graze fingertips without a connection
An impending flatline
This will mean the cessation of life for a joyous, carefree, weird being
I rebound towards hope like a pendulum, aiming to lose a bit of this overzealous momentum
I do not want to miss this opportunity again
It's such hard work, but I will be the freedom I once was
The freedom I always have been but was guided away from
My eyes open just as my reality and dream states combine, fused in love
I choose to live on for them
A hero, unsung
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