These are my pictures.
These are the things I see.
Here's my forage into my dreams
Beside me is my conscience
Willing me to step back
So that I might see.
This next one is my doubt
Looking handsome, next to my failure.
Smiling, next to me.
They snapped me at the right time.
Just before the crying came.
See the shading,
See my failure
Standing by the tree?
Just behind my shoulder?
That's my envy.
Capture my loss
In a moment
And picture me fall
And picture me fall.
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