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the artist way is the hardest way
trying to say what you ought to say
saying it the way you wanna say
what you should and should not say
the luxury to go back and update
because it's never too late
she speaks to me in a love tone
I should be having a love jones
but I can't feel it in my bones
shaking it off and going on
to write another poem
I never seen light so bright
white as white as white
in the middle of the night
stuck on how comes and why's
there's plenty of time, I look
at my wrist there is no watch
so I look over at the clock
and all it can say is time
