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I'm Still Fighting It

Why do I keep fighting it?
It’s because I’m not a quitter
I have to play the hand I dealt myself
It's full of the things I didn’t consider

It was necessary to be a prophet
Yet I could not predict my own desire
The times I was alone I could see it
Only ashes and smoke left from some fire

At least if you can piece the past together
You can be easier on yourself, but not always
It’s a question of blame, will it end the same?

Every time I chose to put on an album
It took me away from thoughts of tomorrow
I wonder why I didn’t hear what he was saying
About the mess that caused his sorrow

Looking into my eyes must be a mystery
But you could say that about anyone
If I can just see the day in the mirror
I would know where I was coming from

At least if you can piece the past together
You can be easier on yourself, but not always
It’s a question of blame, will it end the same?

I don’t have to see the light to know it’s out there
When I close my eyes my thoughts accelerate
It’s as if I finally see a giant star that exploded
By the time it gets to me it’s as real as my fate

I’m not an existential cowboy
I’m not a pistol waving priest
I’m just trying to tame myself
My heart is my minds only feast

At least if you can piece the past together
You can be easier on yourself, but not always
It’s a question of blame, will it end the same?

© 2022 Mark Lecuona

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