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I used to be a poet Did you know that? No? Well neither did I But you could've fooled me Life It races forward at a snail's pace Or it crawls like a rocket Or any number of other contradictions one could imagine All trite and contrived All blessed with inaccuracy and endowed with constraints Because what is is what is not and what can't be must be Define it however you want But you cannot dictate it Life decides, you just have to live in it So here I am again Reflecting on the distortions in my own image Reflecting on my self, and who I was, and what made me Cycles unrecorded Achievements unrewarded Lies left and truths taken So much unsaid because I forgot how to speak To myself And for myself But not of myself Because it's best not to speak of that which you don't understand And the truth is that I've never understood (that's number one) I was a child until I wasn't I was terrified of who I was What I was Ashamed of what made me And certain that it wouldn't be enough Because it