It’s the little deaths that kill- The fear that makes you stop- Look up- And realize how much further- You have to go- I know the thick wall- Protects you- When you can’t find the words- To fight off the leeches- Or staring down policemen- Sing for me to sooth my soul- Fill these empty ears- With melodies that bury- My constantly remeasured failures- And destined head on collisions- I’m never perfect- For myself or for others- That I realized- As I've gotten older- I never planned what’s happened- Time has a funny way- Of finding its own tempo- And some how- It teaches you- To live at its mercy- Its a frustration realized in seconds- But felt for years upon years-Birth sign: Libra
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