I wasn't made to act
On the bad news of moments
Of shock
I was spurred always
By the points in my life
I could not stop
Missing
When my slow reflection
Was staring
Back at me
Living in the city
That seemed to run
Off all of my doubts
With it's furnace black underground
All I thought of
Was returning south
Because it made me
Remember the way it wouldn't be
Any different
And it could not be
The same
When my slow refelction
Was staring
Back at me
It's not going to get
Any easier than this
Bad news
What I want to move on to
Always ends
Up being a more complicated point
Of view
Showing what I look back on
Can't be truth
And so It's slow work to see clearly
What the past has meant
To make of me
One long slow reflection
Staring
Back at me
One slow reflection
Staring
Back at me

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