Words around me ring of success, quantifiable
just as much as it is buyable, at the cost of
incomplete dreams, perfection, when all that is
real is imperfection, and all we want
is to dance down dirt roads and find truth
in the dust that makes its home on our skin, kicked up
by our sub-par moves, but we've got a rhythm
when no one is watching us, when no
pupil can carpe our diem, only
rain puddles to splash in,, rippling
funhouse mirrors
Sometimes the most success you can quantify
is how high you can jump
and I have a record of a bajillion feet.
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