tightening the grasp of my amulet
I’m afraid of losing it all
one day waking up discovering
I don’t have what it takes
to reach the next destination
Sometimes wish I could just
curl into a ball and
forget about paying attention
Sometimes wish I could just
venture out alone and
walk away into the winter sunset
I’ve been down this road before
but always found the
long way out
my misguided angels
eventually finding me
a new shiny amulet
Walking closer to the sun
I lighten my load and
tighten the grasp
discarding all regrets
october two thousand fourteen
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