I wrote this a long while ago

I love but I don't know why
Sometimes I think it's hard and sly
My progress is matched by the twinkles shining high
At night
Unattached
Emotional progress
Recallin how to value self
But what an interesting test
I know why I do the things I do So I don't know why I forget all the time.
It's a weird thing to describe
memory verses reality
Sometimes I don't know which is which
False versus true
Stingin on my jealousies
Gotta face what I've created
Only fate's a false cognate
And in this space it is too late to fall asleep and die awake.
All along I knew the truth
Spittin inaccuracies to boot
Only the light will subdue

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