Why am I reaching for the stars,
refraining from raising my chin above the bar?
I should be pulling them well in
instead of limping with crutches above my head
Sometimes I can't help myself
except lay my head on my hands,
and think of every possibility,
and fall into my deep sleep dreams.
It's all just black, it's all just black,
why would I remember that?
Sometimes it's not easy because I'm the epitome of inevitability;
at the peak of insecurities, but that's just my inevitability
released July 31, 2015
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