Like dropping a glass tear
onto scalding asphalt
or passing a wasting year
sitting in the same chair
It’s easy
As falling fifty feet
racing the currents
or stepping out of beat
running to the tide
It’s easy
Like walking to the end
and tumbling off the earth
or sliding past the bend
without a second thought
It’s easy
But losing that tear and that year
Dropping those feet and beats
Missing that end and the bend
That’s hard
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