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[artolmaeus]

never had much time to feel weary, but sometimes drained

can't say I have much for sorrow, maybe I'll cry tomorrow

but I can bend, and fold, and walk away

just not today,

and everywhere that I've been, those memories

are not often friends, but I believe

that I will still fail, and I will fall down

and everyone will do just what they can

or what they will

and I ask, then, why not me

the world is not on my shoulders, but I seem to find boulders

to push, so I can push something

and when I am with my only me, I don't get lonely

but I am not free, of these memories

they don't speak well of me, and still they stay

on my front porch, drinking all my iced tea

waiting for me, to come back home

to a house I burned down, and built again

somewhere else, where only I can go, within

seems once I get past the borders, things are still not in order

but have they ever been, is that what they need

though I wait for some questions, of what someone might ask of me

and there I'll be, giving from an empty basket that always seems to fill

when I will, when I can, if I only would,

go

and do

it becomes the world, the one I can live in,

and its there, when I still care

if my last breath is all I've left to share

so many times it's all been make believe

or myself deceived, by me

but not today

and that's ok, I got the answers

that I need, all that's left to bleed

to make new blood, break it down

build it back, because I need to be

somewhere, there's no story needing a hero

and though I am not a zero, I believe

I can never be, less than me

and from that, I am never free

as far as I can see

and that possibly is the mysterious gift to me

or so, I believe

it is all that you give that is what you receive

sometimes hearts have been broken, by words I've spoken

when I shared the pain, to no one's gain, that harm remains

but not today

and that's ok, though it's not what I want to say

still I will find a way, without words,

quietly be, even more of me

and I will find you on a sunny day,

cry with you till the tears go away, or there's no water left

and leave the rain, or wait for it

to wash what can be washed away, sorry, I guess the rest stays

but not today, it has somewhere else to go away

so why not play, and maybe believe,

there's still so much to do, if not for me

but maybe you

till the day, when I fall, and can't get up

and maybe then, some dreams will come

and I will hold their hands and be somewhere better

but not today

we can work with all that is the come what may

and if we do, then, it's ok

maybe this is the way

no matter what is the whether,

it seems much better, together

and that can be today, maybe put down your phone

and just look at, if you can't talk to me

and I'll understand, and just believe