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when you didn’t know

Mozart was calling, love

built me a time machine

told me use it wisely

that melting was melting

and the past ought to be

the past,

so I listened, thought it best

not to get evolved, figured

there was nothing I could do,

that no one moment was to blame,

and it sat there,

this time machine of mine,

wasting away in the corner

of my apartment gathering

dust thicker than my tv stand

and then it hit me, the starting point,

the only thing I could change,

the formatuive failure,

so I opened the heavy doors

stepped cautiously inside,

pulled the cob webs from

my brain and there we were,

four years old on our first school trip,

lost together in a corn maze,

holding hands

“it will be okay” I said

“we’ll get out together”

and it hit me in the back

of my skull like betrayal,

that even there, even then

I couldn’t change it,

                            you started out that way.