I feel like we're all chasing shadows
Beacons of far faded glows
Decades of lung-breathed toxin
Thank goodness I ain't in a coffin
Certainly too brief a life
Piles of grief left behind
Relationships grown old
Cords of cordial waxed cold
Yet I hope 'n pray for that miracle
Gunning for the pinnacle
If you knew how far I came
Where I am and where I used to be
You would fall in love with me
And of course I mean every bit of me
Me plus you; together as bliss for ‘we’
Today I crawl in the valley
Halt your judgmental advance
In due time; my star, my shine
Mira
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