But, of course, that's a big line.
Who's to say what's the hardest thing,
Until they can say, "it's mine"?
There is so much going on,
Without wanting anyone to see,
And no silence to let thoughts be alone,
To say, "that's exclusively me."
But, that may be the most truthful,
To what reality is.
One can't filter all that comes in,
To say that all that's left is his.
And it's alright,
As long as he gets to the end,
To put it away for later,
And to say, "I can start again."
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