He told me it’s a spectrum

The blemish there is me

The ‘x’ is my potential

An axis of my dreams

And I’ve spent a couple of decades

Just hammering myself

Needling my weakness

To try and patch my health

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All the empty miles

Stumbling as the crow flies

And now I’ve come to find

The back-roads are a stubborn friend of mine

I preyed upon the winners

To plagiarise a life

Got flattened by my vices

That grew to twice my height

Days waist-high in the waste

Or crawling in new skin

Til I was bleeding at the knees

Just trying to wear it in

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They’re not paved with perfection

But perspective and acceptance

Of my faults

But where could I have been

If I’d seen the flocks ahead of me

Fall…

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