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May 2010
I feel as though
I am cursed
The words they come
they do their worst

I speak my mind
I speak my heart
I should know better
Than to start

I should just accept
the way things are
I have no feathers
to fly so far

To reach for
the sun or moon
I am a fool
the hope is doomed

I'll never realize
or accept
To reach for the light
Is asking to burn

Try and Try
over and again
It's who I am
I play the fool
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Written by
Michael Acosta
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