A loose grip on a thin line
Leaves me trailing behind
I know Ive far
to go
But your steps are too small
Now and again
Take me down a peg
You know I can get so lost
Even if its
true
From anyone but you
Nothing
would get through my wall
I lose
touch in your goals
Its vertigo
And
your words are like
Music to the beast
Its all lights and smoke
Its
political
And my grip remains true
Though the line may swerve
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