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I've paid my debt to the dirt. So why are you coming to me, palms up?

I've settled accounts, untold.

S'Till you come to me.

Balance your own books.

I've come up short.

I need what I've earned.

I need a penny for my thoughts.

Can...

Be kind when no one is looking.

Because you are also in the audience.

The warmth of a fire is most comforting when the wood is a bridge. One you know you never need to cross again.

The hawk in a cage envies a pigeon in flight.

What's the opposite of an inhaler?

Huh? What are you talking about?

...I was just. I bumped into this this woman and- nevermind.

I don't know what it means. The definition is within reach.

But looking it up would devine nothing onto me. Where does one fit?

No horn Where'd one would step, to be in place.

Instead, I desire where one fits freely.
But I routinely...

Did you think I would turn a blind eye to your injustice? Placing your expectations upon my broken scale.

Not fearing my gavel, because you think it strikes as a feather.
Truth be told, it's been misplaced.

Your doubt is beyond my reason.

I wake up every morning and I put the costume on

Playing out a character who's confident and strong

But the script is getting heavy and the plot is getting stale

I'm trapped inside a story where I'm destined to fail

Everyone's applauding for the way I play the part.

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Planets collect objects in their orbit. And I feel objectified to rotate now. What I am witnessing has me captivated in formation.
Those around me spin in a dance, I spin with struggle to keep up. Yet I spin.

But those stars that spin around me are guilty of something. Their rotation I do not know.

Yet we go.

I spin how I must, so I can spin how I do. Yet, I wonder why my sides go and go.

I saw a man doing crack on the doorsteps of a church.

There's so much irony in that it's...

I found myself upon a bench, midway upon a city I have long since called home. Sir Carlton Edwards and Madam Ellen stumbled upon me, a bench which I would seek retreat. An old lady with her dog walked up to me. And while I wanted to write a poem with a different ending, I realized I was living one in real time. So I wrote nothing. And aspects of that interaction will be lost to time. But I did not care. I spoke to this elderly lady, Ellen, and her dog, Carlton, for as long as she wanted. She is in her 70s, so is Carlton. She reminds me of my mother. Ellen spoke about Sir…

Who are you? Who do I look like, kid? You look like me. Yeah. With few more miles, but yeah. How'd you get here? How is- Kid, that doesn't matter. I'm here to take you somewhere. I think I undershot the landing, I was aiming for a younger us. How old are you? You know we've always felt older than our age, not more mature, just older. So say I'm in my 60s. Wow, so I made it to my 50s? Yeah, 50. I never thought I'd- I know. Where are you taking me? Can we change the past? Can we stop... You know. Not exactly, but I thought we can make some things smoother. Come on. Put this…

"Ms.Green? Are you okay?" - Unknown. A woman, in her mid thirties, standing still as if mid sentence and time just forgot to proceed. Her eyes fixed on something an entire world away. "Ms.Green, should I come back later?" - Unknown "Oh, um, I am sorry. What were you saying?" - Green "Just confirming when you would like to reschedule the meeting with the Walton account? They understand you're on holiday, but they are eager to go to trial. Our PR team also agrees its best to resolve this before the holidays." She has always wanted a winter wedding. She loved the silence that would fall…

Trust in me.

I walk in rain with no umbrella.

Trust in me.

I feel your pain just as I feel the rain.

Trust in me.

I would not hide from you.

Trust in me. The stranger in the rain.

I can't think of a metaphor.

But I know there's a reason I met her for.