Time

I speak of my faults
Like
They are lines in my palm
But
Destinies were never my thing
I
Push to the right
Hoping the guardrail will not be there

It is there
Everytime

You
Wove a spell of acceptance
You
Ran when I showed you my demons
Saying
Barbie, I can’t handle both fake and real you

Does it matter what shape this is in
Now that the wrecker is here
Yes
I’ve never been one big on
Pre-determination
I’ll hit the guardrail
One last time

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