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The Measure Up
Starting and Stumbling
Trying and failing
The gods are always in attendance
When we over reach
The blank slate fills up quicker now, Halfway
to being a bad person, Midway
in the pursuit of goodness, The Hallmark
Of being half full or damn near empty, The risk
Is realizing my own measure, the juice
and the squeeze, yada yada
You get the picture
I wake up the same way ever day
In a pool of sweat
And wouldn’t you know it
I can’t swim, But I can regret
And it usually comes in waves
Rolling me underneath
