New Heights

Looking back at year we've had Lots of foreign streets and new Mates to meet

Even crossed to our neighbours State

We nearly missed the Show cause we ran it late

I'll say this one more fucking Time

I'm finally set free from all That Bothered me

And was encroaching on my Autonomy

The pandemic left me feeling Pathetic and all I did was Regretting the time overlapping And my weight fluctuating it's No wonder my eyes have Permanent bags

I stare at myself in the mirror

The cracks in my skin start to Clear up

We won't be slaves

To desks and lathes

Take all you want in taxes and Leave me to raise my clenched Closed hand

I find I still appreciate the Different stages of this state

I stare at myself in the mirror

The cracks in my skin start to Clear up

The confluence of trauma lives Here

With new pages of stories Written

Can I borrow a feeling of shame

Because I don't see a bad point I've made

I can't make sense of pretence to False masquerade

As a false idol Of this harsh setting I need to Regain

All that I find grounds Me

The unknown circles my Head

Instead I find my blissful solace In revoking my care for this Ending