I am not a writer.
I am not a light.
I am just a little thought
moving with the night.

I am not a circus.
I am not a clown.
I am a half-balanced act,
one foot on the ground.

I don’t know where I’m going.
Don’t even know where I’ve been.
Somewhere, well before the beginning,
or a few feet past the end.

I’ll follow you, if you’ll follow me.
Help me follow me.

I am no director.
I won’t cut this scene.
This is when we break inside,
building who we’ll be.

I am not a rocket.
I am not a cloud.
I am just a falling star,
drifting without sound.

I don’t know where I’m going.
Don’t even know where I’ve been.
Take me, well before the beginning
or a few feet past the end.

I gotta follow me. I’m following.
Soul spread thin.
I gotta spread my soul so thin.
I gotta get around time’s corner.
I gotta wait, I need a win.
I stopped these to see if I was me.
Just wanna get around this corner.

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