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Moving On
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Learning from the Past I’m just a cable car
moving along the line.
I have a hard time
releasing the grip
I have on this life...
but somehow my hand
is accidentally letting go.
There’s no turning back now.
I’m so close to running away
but I’m controlled
by invisible wires
telling me to wait.
You are my constant;
you keep me stable
when my moods
are swinging on the cable.
But I feel you slowing down,
holding back your hand
although I tried to grab it.
Don’t fall away from me.
I’m waiting to see
who’s left when
the cigarette smoke clears
and the smell of apathy disappears.
But I will not leave
until this blows up in flames.
