We all create stories to protect ourselves.

Rip the earth in two with your mind
And seal the urge which ensues with’n brass wires
I never meant you any harm
Your tears feel warm as they fall on my forearms

But close my eyes for a while
And force from the world a patient smile

And how can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no alms
And the blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home
If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won

And you rip it from my hands
And you swear it’s all gone
And you rip out all I had
Just to say that you’ve won,
You’ve won

Well now you’ve won

But I gave you all.

First Day of Spring

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