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after highs
they calcify
I'll be shown I've wasted time
merits turned black trapped in lime
piercing eyes
can't reify
what deed in my past this time lurks
what kind of spanners in the works

just one cup
shut them up
could they not show that they can
where are parts to fix this man
slam a car
today's the day I won't look far
all the others running past
I lose touch and finish last

drown me, bed
pull on hairs and hurt my head
solve our favourite mazes
playgrounds, green fields, purple hazes
laugh and cry
going down with my mouth dry
feel the sculptures I have made
compromises, prices paid

could you see
can you tell they're scathing me
could I lay on your lap
could we close my eyes and burn His map
feel my chest
don't let me know what's for the best
tear up their rulebooks lest I sink
I'll hammer my way out, I think