Something in your life,
And add it to the list and let it go,
Well, that's just what you're like,
Like blossoms that just fall and disappear,
You're as predictable as the seasons,
Your flame is strong, when you're unknown,
And snuffed in the face of recognition,
Which misses the point of most,
Acts of creativity,
I create to communicate,
And bring others closer to me,
Not god, for sure,
Maybe in the act,
But I want to cross the bridge between us,
Not disappear from the facts.
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