What I Did Right

What I did right

Just out of reach

Somehow I can still see it

What I do wrong

Is in my face

Clamouring for my attention

If only I could just get past it

Perhaps then I shall be better off

I am my own enemy sometimes

I’ve found now

That there are people who are poison to my soul

Reminding me of all the wrong

And they don’t know it




Who don’t seem to get it

All the things that are right

Just out of reach

But not out of sight

(Get out of the way!)

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