dodging bullets is
surely hard when you're a loud cloud
sounding thunder sounds
unlaughing skyly
highly going on believe
me when i tell you
nothing makes sense now
how confusing i have been
i will never win
with you i was it
and with them i was something
else i could have been
with me i was now
and with myself died
and became anew
i know the answer
hanging onto my ego
playing my mouth harp
confronting myself
with me for my defenses
whipping i senseless
i can only hang
to branches of lonely trees
until they collapse
my knees touch the ground
but i'm still high in the sky
always hanging on
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