they told me
that my art requires sleep
I don't need any more dreams
I already live with my head in the clouds
makes it easier to deal with the cold souls
sometimes they serve doubt for breakfast
wonder if these nuts and bolts will help me
build towards the blueprint dreamer I'm supposed to be
they want to see me bleed
don't believe that my passion boils my blood so I wander
and I breathe
to remind myself that I am only human
we are all heart and soul
paper cuts and knee bruises
sometimes they'll package us in broken boxes to match our spirits
they don't see the fire in our eyes
we don't need to tell them
we don't owe to anything
they can't save us
when your heavy heart stops you from swimming
learn how to drown
stay lost
sometimes
we just aren't ready
to find ourselves
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