Often I feel this pull

It draws me in

I follow the unlikley

As do the children of renaissance

A humble bohemian lusting to kiss a star

Only to fall from orbit with crispy lips

Go on, get it over with and gloat

Belittle my effort, you just can’t help yourself

Once again the dreamer chased the impossible

I wear these scars with pride

Can’t you see that there is no failure

While you poison your brain with TV

These wounds map an unfinished journey

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