However hard we try, still we are like sand.
I couldn’t hold you, hold on to you–
If I did want to, if I didn’t want to.
Eventually, you’re out of pocket.
Whatever I may want, still we are costumes.
Play acting when I wasn’t play acting;
Covered when I was so very naked.
Leaves come and go just as quickly.
Hereafter may I know that still I am a map:
To Always Never, Never Always–
Something to look at when you’re lost.
Because some things are not.
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