I'M Getting There
Hopes unsung and
left to question,
my imaginations emancipation.
An unsustainable fantasy,
no history,
no one left to please.
Trackless paths so overgrown,
now unknown,
a life over-owned
Beaten down,
forced to listen,
contradictions,
harsh conditions.
I'm breaking out of disrepair,
I'm getting there,
I nearly care
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