Work In Progress
Work In Progress
The pieces of me scattered
By my trying hand
They disappear so fast
Clinging to the last
Shred of who I am
Keeping everything inside
That shouldn't have to be
Closed an open book
Without a second look
At the words that make me, me
Can't do right by everyone
Least of all myself
In a world where nothing's free
I fight for more than me
Cost of well being and health
It's just a work in progress
Hours punched and tithed
I may still come to fail
To adjust my wind to the sail
But at least I'll say I tried
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