Handing it over
You are too convenient for me
Because it is so easy to hand you everything
And watch as it falls through your fingers like water
I'll try so hard not to blame you
And finally I find that it's easy to understand
How it's not your fault
I am the one who likes to stare at the sun
And insist it isn't bright while everyone around me shields their eyes
They can see so much better
And through their eyes I see how sad this is
I'm a man submitting to rot
My eyes imitate life - and it's worked
But I think my part has played out
Today I laughed and caught my reflection
And I didn't believe it
The lines were too deep
The mouth too wide
I looked like a clown who was paid to laugh for everyone
And I have paid
And I am running out of currency
And things to hand to you
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