I am hurt
And it was I wielding the knife
With a scratchy broken pencil
I drew the map of this ragged life
If there was anyone else to blame
The result would be the same
Inspiration has crossed my path
But never called to me by name
Perhaps it's always been there
A whisper I couldn't hear
I know where to lay the blame
The upshot all the same
If I could heed the call
Hold my head up tall
What could really be
Would it turn out differently...
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