The friction of beginning
Eating hours of time
Stopped from expressing
The soul of mine
Reduce friction
and then just sing
Forced to start,
A trickle turns to a surge
The damn breaks
And the water flows.
Feeding everything it touches
Connecting the apart
We are only our thoughts
And to give them up is the sacrifice of our minds
and our souls
To write is a reclaiming of who we are
To parse the complex and dig to truth
is what makes us
To accept what we are fed sickens us
And we wilt
How could this be untrue
Can I get there myself
Break it down, and call it yours
Time spent without deep consideration
is wasted my friend
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