a few hours is usually all it takes - fists raised, a toe posed dramatically above the water
i walk down southbank dressed in black with pristine vision
i turn on myself when a man sits next to me on the train
dim memory of what it felt like to stand tall, once
children dance on tables in the park -
i bend over once again to remember how grown i am
go under to coax out the strength i was promised with this age
i leave when i want, i take what i need, i say what i think
i leave when i want, i take what i need, i say what i think
yeah a few hours, usually that's the limit,
and i fold back into my car
drive far far far back to where i came from
the little cocoon now with a blemish
like touching a stovetop when i remember
that weight we shared
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