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So easily I slide Into an old chenille robe Slouching to accept defeat Feeling each past failure’s probe My isolation morphs Into alienation I slip into a winter Of my discontent again Familiar imprint there Tattooed backside on the couch A negative reminder Under dark shrouds of self-doubt Passively sinking Wallowing in all things bleak Difficulties must precede Enlightenment that I seek Can’t hardly lift my feet Both beneath my tree-log legs I shuffle with some coffee Time to empty out the dregs After the longest day I kick takeout boxes aside I ricochet off balance still No fall comes without any pride
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
So easily I slide
So easily I slide Into an old chenille robe Slouching to accept defeat Feeling each past failure’s probe My isolation morphs Into alienation I slip into a winter Of my discontent again Familiar imprint there Tattooed backside on the couch A negative reminder Under dark shrouds of self-doubt Passively sinking Wallowing in all things bleak Difficulties must precede Enlightenment that I seek Can’t hardly lift my feet Both beneath my tree-log legs I shuffle with some coffee Time to empty out the dregs After the longest day I kick takeout boxes aside I ricochet off balance still No fall comes without any pride
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
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