Dragged in the wake
Of disbelief,
I was done.

Holding my breath
For several weeks,
At a time.

Tossed in my sheets
While a summer's breeze,
Blew by.

But, I did not miss,
A thing.
No, I did not miss,
A thing.
That's when it came clear to me.

Strapped on a mask,
Before entering church,
Or the like.

Got a degree.
But stilll under,
The poverty line.

Went the gym
Just to honestly claim,
"I'm fine."

Abandoned desire,
For anything higher,
Than me.

No savior. No choir.
No genius designer,
For me!

Abandoned desire,
For anything higher,
Than me.

No savior. No choir.
No genius designer,
For me!

And, I will not miss,
A thing.
And, I will not miss,
A thing.
It's all fully clear to me.


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			     Thanks to Braxton