misty in the back yard
walking along the perimeter
socks getting soggy
it’s barely first light
peering on the horizon
still no I’m Sorry
the wind whips my face
i cry from the pain
on the soles of my feet
on this wire i’ll stay
balancing act
practice never lets out
calling all the famous talent scouts
make me into the final act
that everyone laughs at
instead
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
misty in the back yard
walking along the perimeter
socks getting soggy
it’s barely first light
peering on the horizon
still no I’m Sorry
the wind whips my face
i cry from the pain
on the soles of my feet
on this wire i’ll stay
balancing act
practice never lets out
calling all the famous talent scouts
make me into the final act
that everyone laughs at
instead
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