Day One

No longer waiting for what’s already ready

No longer holding back my Swords, they’ve become too heavy.

Immature lovers, they never get me

They don’t even get themselves, so look at me.

Chasing my own imagination

But it’s true my soul mate exists

The abundance I deserve is alive

It’s a gift

Born right in this dimension

Intuition I finally listen

He was a shiny piece of plastic

I was blinded by the way he glistened

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