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Dec 2015
I'm a pale and washed out version
Of the me I used to be
So I feel Its disconcerting
The reflection that I see
So I try to change the lighting
Maybe shadows are what I need
A place to hide
From the rising tide
That keeps washing me out to sea

Do we.,...
.close the doors
Open the wars
Raid the stores
Even old scores
Is that what its coming to

Do we...
Man the oars
Roar the roars
Say goodbye to the ever mores
Is that what we're to do

WELL I DON'T THINK SO....NOT ANYMORE
So ........shake it off !

I'm a pale and washed out version
Of the me I used to be
But no more........NO MORE !!

I'M GONNA START.....shining
Shining like ... the.....Light of ....day
I'm gonna stop whining
About the one that got away
I'm gonna start designing
With color instead of washed out grey

AND I WILL NO LONGER JUST LINE UP
TO face the disarray.
NO MORE !!!
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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