Sarah Cotnam

im missing the good old days
where i sat alone in my room
where the darkness fades under my eyes
and i needed much more sleep
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I ran so hard
so fast.
I left
and was gone.
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A soul,
A spirit,
and a mind of your own
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the day
is a coffee carousel
of the same faces
and ponies
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Secrets may fade in my mind
but they will never disappear
The only secrets I'm afraid I'll break
are the ones I hold so dear
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and i went out followed
took the turns alone
they're laughing at me
talking to me
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I have come to the road stop
gone from the place of need to change clothes and roles
to the real –whatever that is-
the time to change: the last sensible reinvent
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Late summer
when the bees get dizzy
the heat is getting cooler
nights are getting longer
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developing fantasies in my head

of us in different bodies
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automatic friends wont last the night

when the clock is ticking
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life is just a soulless planet

filled with half humans searching
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I can be an eagle or
I can keep grinning
at the way you choose to manage
to keep me joyful and happy.
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</>looking at my layered mirrored self
my bandaids are coming undone
from showing wounds and hiding them again.
you can't see what i've done recently.
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Kicked out,

Off the daily grind:
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when i was a boy
in the days of slow suns
when it was all fun and games
with no tongues
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learning to trust myself:
each breath I take is a reflex
but each word that was said before was an act
and I need to learn control.
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talking to the pages
of the words i read
of the laugh-man laughing
and the speed
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calculating the mood
swing tides
of loving life
and being jealous
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</>watching the broken clock
expecting to gain back what I've lost
expecting some simple things
from you, me and everything
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THE LIGHT
the light the light
CAME
POURING
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