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A first draft man.

I've spent a lifetime with

first draft mentality.

Growing without purpose

and leaning hard on personality.

There has been very little

long-term format or structure

just walls built too hasty to

hold back floods and only rupture.

I think with a second pass

there are things I could get right

I think with a little care

there are battles I wouldn't fight.

The arrogance of refusing

to rewrite my singular voice!

The foolishness to pretend

there wasn't always a choice.

I was so worried about being

paralyzed by worthless indecision

that I executed a lifetime of

kneejerks with no revision.

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40 / American
Published
Feb 21, 2025
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