no one outside
that close circle
can be bothered to care
too many people
just stare

i am a product
of my dreams
of my parents
of my feelings
of that long hot summer
in 1976

she eases me back into a smile
i thought i had lost
she takes me out
but there is no cost

people use you up
then spit you out
they forget
that they chose
or what they choose

tired of the fight
the journey forwards
towards the light

sometimes it is not clear
just how much you need –
someone to care for you

saying goodbye
is difficult
to hold on, to cling

i seem to be the person –
they sell values –
and morality to

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