Shoulders weigh me down
legs attempt to amble forward
Move I say, Move right, move left leg
But they won't
Your life is not saved by confession
Honesty the way you curate it for ears
It does not liberate you
you but congratulate yourself
New attempts at rapport fall as awkward
tricky little sequences with half the affection
For it is not truths but what they point to
That drive people apart
Life is not saved through virtue alone
There must be a drive to ignore the weight
To push legs forth and watch them obediently
And they will
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