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I’ve been tapped out and unmoored

Spinning wheels, momentum gone

Overwhelmed and undersoothed

Aim my crosshairs at the sun

 

To leave is to stand for myself

To land is to find home again

 

How far must I go before this hurt’s behind the far horizon?

How long must I run before the path ahead is clear again?

How much would I give to feel the solace I’ve long had my eyes on?

How far must I go to find this whole time it’s been here again?

 

Armor up and horns are down

To be alone is to be safe

And now with no one else around

I tear apart each choice I’ve made

 

To soften would leave me open and afraid

To let go would make them leave again

 

How far must I go before this hurt’s behind the far horizon?

How long must I run before the path ahead is clear again?

How much would I give to feel the solace I’ve long had my eyes on?

How far must I go to find this whole time it’s been here again?

 

No finish line in sight

No finish line at all

 

A kinetic work of art

You belong wherever you go

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