I try so hard to shove it down
Its smile cracks trough at the edges
That wicked maniacal corner
That wants it all to come down,
The plotter,
The schemer
It lurks down in the deep dark
Always waiting for its next opportunity to take the helm.
Answers first taking all the credit
None of the shame,
Evaporate as soon as you appear.
You need a shorter chain,
Cerberus barks fill my ears
I only want to sleep
Let the pillow cresses my head
Merrily, merrily ride my boat,
But life is not a dream
Direction is forged not given,
Ease is only for the cradle or the grave
The in-between is filled with vacant soil
Waiting for planting.
Be careful what you plant
For every seed will grow;
All the chickens will
come home to roost.
In the end you must learn to live with yourself,
Accept who you are,
Learn again from failure,
Look yourself squarely in the eye once more.
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