Compassion and a compass in my pocket still leading me away
The kindness you stole and the feelings I dismay, they lay aside
A memory, demurral lies
They have all built up inside
I would try to speak to you
But my thoughts are all inside
When we practice to preach what it is we have learned
Yet we know all along-a new place we have now enthroned
We are throwing down the anchor
Presently delayed
In the past
Actions that we learned
To ignore our own philosophy
This is our reality
Agitated anxieties of ignorance I wish I could part with
Even though I still love you
Sometimes it’s not enough if
We live in our past and lose sight of the present
My love you are the gift I had finally have dealt with
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