SLIPPING OUT OF ME (E A D G B E)
Maybe it’s slipping out of me. I can only let it pass.
Blowing like wind through the trees.
What am I fighting for? Where is that swinging door?
Opening and slamming in the breeze.
Maybe it is in front of my face. I can only feel it there.
Folding itself on my heart.
I feel it filling up. But everything must pass.
And everything does.
Maybe it is slipping out of me.
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