Blind eye
Playing field is full of land mines
Chose stickshift over an automatic
Did I lose control
Have I fallen harder than a 300lb man
Appeared to be walking on concrete
But apparently I am treading water and sand
As time progressed
My soul purpose was to put things in order
Wait
This was all my fault
Took time to pause my own thoughts
What was I thinking
I wasn't done healing
Just recently I felt clarity in myself
Time has no limit
I am one to practice what you preach
Overlooked due to happiness
Where did this all happen
William K. Butler
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