Am I dead among the living
Or am I alive among the dead
Either way I don’t fit in
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Am I dead among the living
Or am I alive among the dead
Either way I don’t fit in
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I stand at the door and knock
Why not let me in?
Am I not your family?
I ask for nothing
Other than your acceptance
I should just let go
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Flower anyway
One day someone might notice
Just keep flowering
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Rusty my soul aches
Like a tired arthritic back
Loving is my balm
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Pressure cookers swoosh
In a need to let off steam
Learning to let go
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Looking deep within
Our Ineffable feelings
Embrace who we are
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How we choose to carve each other up
Using words as blunt machetes
Hacking away at emotional limbs
Like mature trees obstructing electrical pylons
Whose roots dig deep into fertile ground
We replace authentic light with manufactured
Wrapping ourselves in passive aggressive guises
In the name of self-improvement
All the while spiritually bypassing our own wounds.
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