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I gotta do better. I will do better.
On Growing Without the Up or How I Stack Horizontal or I Am Way Too Awesome to Cry but That's What Hat's Are For
A girl with oddly shaped sunglasses walks her dog,
I barely make her out through the river of fog.
Her glasses come clear, pink flecked and trimmed,
Before and after, the fog's power dimmed
Under the street lights, which don't help but illuminate cloud.
I know the where, I forget the How?
Did I get here, what did I write before?
Can dots of memory matter without wherefore?
When You and I don't see eye to eye,
It's hard to forget, no matter how I try.
The worst and the best better stick,
The pink sunglasses will leave my head quick
And the night will fall and the day pull up --
It will always be like that, if I remember or not.
I'll keep looking for yesterday in my breakfast cup
To tie some dots in a neat little knot
And cease to worry about what I forgot.
On Growing Without the Up or How I Stack Horizontal or I Am Way Too Awesome to Cry but That's What Hat's Are For
A girl with oddly shaped sunglasses walks her dog,
I barely make her out through the river of fog.
Her glasses come clear, pink flecked and trimmed,
Before and after, the fog's power dimmed
Under the street lights, which don't help but illuminate cloud.
I know the where, I forget the How?
Did I get here, what did I write before?
Can dots of memory matter without wherefore?
When You and I don't see eye to eye,
It's hard to forget, no matter how I try.
The worst and the best better stick,
The pink sunglasses will leave my head quick
And the night will fall and the day pull up --
It will always be like that, if I remember or not.
I'll keep looking for yesterday in my breakfast cup
To tie some dots in a neat little knot
And cease to worry about what I forgot.