Been easy to look for
All the right things in
All the wrong places
So I breathe deep
On my drives
When I can roll the windows down
I sit still on my couch
Trying not to squirm
My chest an open wound
And I know
I know
I write when
My mind and
My heart
Want to run
The ink runs deep
Through the page
Into the earth
And takes root
And I talk
Stumbling and then running
To the one who meets me there
Like friends
And I know
I know
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