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Phases

I look to the phases of my life,
And I see the image of a knife,
Turning in my gut to cut out my insides,
So that I can survive.
And side by side, there's an image of the sky.
And by my side a dog with greyed eyes.
There was a girl once upon a time, dynamic and alive.
But we fell by the wayside.
In her eyes were feelings of strife about life.  
Can I find some peace and quiet? 
Been hit with a few punches, I take it in stride.
Another phase blows by, like wind in a kite.
It's not meant to be trite, but honey, it's just not right.
I mean we're not right... 
It's quite a sight to see tears falling in spite,
Of the obvious nature of my flight.
I'm too phasic, it's something I fight. 
Well, bygones have gone by.
Nothing to forgive, nothing to deny. 
Additions to the phases of my life. 


 


 



 

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