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If it’s too hard just fly away for now

Just for now

Examining these documents searching for the words to say

It’s not the same as it was before

We make these resolutions to ourselves

Born of self reflection but through a dirty lense

As the weeks add together they become years

Making a virtual sort of distance

I’ve learned to find the solace of accepting

I know I’m doing what I’m able

Still I reach

Looking for the words to say

My songs waiting for music

My uninhibited sharing

Of a verbal scene left to examine

Do any of you hear me?