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Just Above My Head

Fatherhood

seeps into ya

 

like a tree,

takes root

 

in your liver, singing “Nahhhhh, we can’t do this

no more.”

 

Take the one-drop rule

of Dreamers

 

and flip-it,

for real

 

this time.

Stretches out

 

beneath you,

changing not changing, sorry not sorry,

 

sorry not sorry, changing not changing,

changing not changing, sorry not sorry,

 

sorry not sorry, changing not changing.

It remembers everything,

 

but has time

for nothing!

 

Yesssss, it’s the end of desolation,

just above my head.

 

 

Posted 09/23/19
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