sometimes i know
i understand the little things
I don’t take it personal
I still dream at night.
sometimes I let it all go
or hold it away, for ransom
the fee never turns out to be as costly as it seemed
one day soon
I’ll rescue it and hold it close to me
I see it
not reach far enough.
But then some days
mountains move it into my hands
and I wonder
why I ever stayed up late those times
trying to make it


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