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Chromeheaded
When my cap was reflective
I called forth my worries
Watching as they traveled
Bounding over stillness
The word that came to meet me
It wasn't from another
It hadn't come for miles
Wasn't spoken by a lover
It was a sorry echo
Of my sorry state of mind
And it mocked me so for hours
For the seal I had applied
I apologized abruptly
But no one else had heard
So I sat for years in mourning
Of my final heart felt words
I petrified and began to fault
In my static hate for self
But here at my last, my flaws came clear
I stood to gather health
I recalled dust to mend my rifts
Remembering my flesh
Touch returned and I stood to reach
My fellows heading west
Distance was a passing joke
Determined as I was
I tore my roots from my bed
And I pursued their fuss
I followed close and broke to bits
To gather once again
For stones that bring me down to Earth
Will fix my shattered head
And chrome or not I will regain
The human touch I carried
No longer to reflect a pulse
But to relate to your despairing.
