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Growing To It

Sometimes I cannot imagine
beyond the witness of my own eyes
Or the feeling I get
from my own hearts truth and lies
Nobody told me these things
I already know what’s missing inside
If I thought it would save me
I would ask you to lay by my side

I’m not looking for mystics
on a journey the hope will never end
Can I believe in a miracle
when it’s hard enough to find a friend
Only nostalgia knows me now
smiling about the memories to send
It’s not what I can touch
but upon the past sometimes I depend

The days aren’t getting older
only in how my way tries to assert
I’m don’t have to ask
I don’t have to walk alone in the desert
What revelation is so hard
except the one that doesn’t hurt
I won’t wait for it to happen
empathy is ready for a new convert