Arching my back with my eyes closed leaning against the wall.
I see orange, it’s rich.
I’m poured into this vessel, layers and layers of detail;
They can’t all be shown all at once.
I don’t always remember where I have been
Or what I think
But it’s there if you dig deep enough.
One day at a time.
They try and grab me
Try and pin me down
Make me into what they want
There’s no hope
You can’t eat me without a spoon.
They change the rules
And it leaves me cold
I’ve learnt and so can you
It’s so simple when you go down to the bones
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