Flat Earth society

 

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Well here I am all feeling very flat,

like ev’rything’s mechanical and grey.

And I say it’s ok to be like that

for I trust you to plan ahead, and hey! -

You’ve done a good job overall, I find,

with colour, and too purpose pushing through.

The joy of learning, following your mind

into the unknown. Glad to follow you.

But just to let you know I’m not complete,

I wouldn’t trust myself to stay the trip. 

I seem to start off well, get on my feet,

but feel like giving up, forget to strip

my baggage down, to make it to the end.

I’ll only start again if you will go

the whole way with me. And help me to mend

to think of you, and trust you really, so

that I can be remade when you think best.

You are the only one I’ll fully trust,

I trust you to think further than the rest,

and better, deeper, less likely to bust.

Your loveliness is there for opened eyes.

And I would see it, and use your gifts well.

And learn to take my turn, and not despise

the goodness that is round, as though in hell.

So thanks for feelings, even when I’m flat,

for why should I be up most of the time.

Thanks for blue sky, white clouds, & sun that’s sat

behind them. They all make a lovely rhyme.

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