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Sprint
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2022 you are easy.
we are easy.
it’s the mess in me
that makes me messy.
it’s the chasm in me
that leaves me stranded.
the world is there
if I just don’t get burned.
there is too much excess here
not enough growth
not enough real.
I float through the days
not counting the times I use my voice.
I spend all my change
on the edges
and don’t look at the picture
don’t learn the life.
I run but I’m too careful of
the ground.
I wish I could
sprint without looking.
