So it moved from inside my head.
To the mirror instead.
Does it mean now.
I have to stay real close.
So the reflection.
Can now boast.
That it can now see.
Both the inside.
And outside of me.
So if I don't want to hear it now.
I can just walk away.
So the voice is now stuck.
In its own reflection.
Maybe that's a win for me.
Because I also have to deal with the shadow.
That constantly follows me.
Always insisting and whispering.
It's the most important voice.
OK, maybe it's right.
So now I'm turning out the light.
No shadow, no reflection.
What a delight.
A quiet night.
A peaceful confection.
No voices. To ruin.
Perfection.

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Trying to do what needs to be done.
Even if you're the only one.
Stand by your solemn word.
Even if you're the only one that heard.
Hold yourself accountable.
Even if it seems insurmountable.
Hold fast to your integrity.
Even if no one can see.
Keep a good work ethic.
If nothing else, you won't be pathetic.
Grow up, not down.
Let those who don't choose to try.
Fall to the ground.
Though trust and respect.
Both need to be learned.
And earned.
It's also easy to be abused.
And lost.
Sometimes at an incalculable.
Cost.

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A: Well you don't dream about me anymore.
Don't you know that's what dreams are for?
B: Now I'm dreaming you don't exist.
Fading away just like mist.
A: So your saying this like it's a finality.
B: It kinda is.
For in this reality you really don't exist.
For you've already faded
away from me.
Like mist.

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Well, I missed the time crunch.
Not by a little, but a bunch.
Because I had a really late lunch.
And ate, throughly enjoying the munch.

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Then we would find.
The next best things.
New favorite things.
New things to uncover.
Maybe looking a bit deeper.
To decide which ones a keeper.

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Then it would be one more reason
to not get along.
For in song the world unites.
A little way we can show the world.
That once in awhile.
It can get things right.

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What mind?
You mean the one.
I don't remember.
Leaving behind?

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A blank page can be
like a mirror.
Even though
it isn't clear.
It all just depends
on the words.
One chooses to
write down.
Here.

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A: Scrape off all the guts and gore.
And bury the remains.
Just like before.
B: But, but I'm so tired of doing this
each and every time.
Don't you feel like we're crossing
a line?
A: Maybe but there will be more.
B: More? Isn't this some kind of
crime?
A: Maybe but Im willing. Umm.
The sweet perfume in the air.
While those guts are spilling.
B: What is the matter with you?
A: You must like it too.
Otherwise you wouldn't clean up
the way you do. You. I trust.
B: Maybe so, if I didn't do it.
Something would break or bust.
After all...
Grass guts left under a mower.
Causes nothing but rust.
But, I really should be getting
paid.
Because now it's also time.
To resharpen the blade.

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Love, such a simple all encompassing word.
With so many levels left
unserved and unheard.

Being heard when
no one else hears.
Being the grounding voice
under all the fears.
Even through distance.
The feeling of being there.
Feeling no resistance when one decides to share.
Holding on to what is true
between you.
Never letting the world dictate
how you should feel.
Gently soothing scars
so one could heal.

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