Sliding
riding
openly confiding
love
feels
all that is
my things
a child scrapes by
the sound that guiding
Training wheels
there are no hard guard rails
no parameter that prevails
no hard edged corners
no hard edged corners
that keep you in order
just a day you stand up 100 foot tall
and look back at your time
your canvases
your schemes
your schemes
and think to yourself
I had training wheels on
the whole time.
Fuck.
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