You the sand in the road
You throw at me stones
Try to slow my pace
Place bruises on my face
There was a time when I feared to move
When I thought there was something you knew
Afraid of the ghost of flesh
Tried teaching me to cling to the past
Forced my hand to trace the shadow it cast
Here you are again
Convinced I am finally free
I look up you are standing before me
You don’t throw stones anymore
You are clever in your years
Now your target is my ears
Your careful words
Again my route you are trying to detour
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