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A dull bulb flicks on then off again to signature existance A crowded room filters perception with a multitude of angles An "antiquated" mind runs on autopilot while the belief source generates outside I wander and I roam through places that I know Bare hands sifting through youthful wreckage making sense with what I know Oh sometimes I'd like to believe pieces just seem to fit But when I do, they don't fit like jigsaws They are parallel lines I grab and cross at angles I deem fit Oh sometimes I'd like to believe in black in white

I hope you find the capacity to forgive my rash indiscretions my judgemental assumptions and my unwillingness to co-operate The full realization of the imprint I solidified with the discount persona I wore conduces tears If I only could have ripped with my bare hands my cheap outfit and allowed my soul pervasion Tiptoeing along impossibility and an atypical, nonlinear path of time, I may be but if I could have your permission I'd like to show you something more I sincerely apologize for the damage you politely endured and my toxic inability to act in mature fashion There is a memory engulfed in embarassment where I grante