sore legs
they are constantly reminding me of
all the races I have won
and the races I have yet to see.
throbbing.pinching.screaming
yes,
yes
thats quite enough
of everything.
They all sip there drinks
at the village bar
I asked for a water
with a coaster,
please.
I find myself repeating
repeating stories of the past
nostalgia
like vomit
that keeps coming up
its all coming up so fast.
I remember prague
and i remind you
once again.
I remember that clock
and then I remember truth.
the bartender is married
so he won't grow out his beard.
his wife is tall
she is weak
and I am strong
and I am young
and my heart questions everything
everything I have become.
promises. and silent pauses
gazes and lilly pads :sitting alone.
all these things are the same to me
I sit down and think about what i've done
you have done
we have done
and what is this Pinnacle?
yes
what is this pinnacle
we all are waiting for
one moment we have
to prove
to legitamitize ourselves to God?
and when my moment comes
will I cry?
and when your moment leaves you
will you even understand
the subject line.
subtitles
broken english
palm reading
what will translate our greatness?
will our moments ever come?
or will they pass us by?
I am young.
I am strong.
and this is all stored
under an empty subject line.
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